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"
It
’
s
always
so
.
Amy
has
all
the
fun
and
I
have
all
the
work
.
It
isn
’
t
fair
,
oh
,
it
isn
’
t
fair
!
"
cried
Jo
passionately
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
it
’
s
partly
your
own
fault
,
dear
.
When
Aunt
spoke
to
me
the
other
day
,
she
regretted
your
blunt
manners
and
too
independent
spirit
,
and
here
she
writes
,
as
if
quoting
something
you
had
said
—
‘
I
planned
at
first
to
ask
Jo
,
but
as
‘
favors
burden
her
’
,
and
she
‘
hates
French
’
,
I
think
I
won
’
t
venture
to
invite
her
.
Amy
is
more
docile
,
will
make
a
good
companion
for
Flo
,
and
receive
gratefully
any
help
the
trip
may
give
her
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
tongue
,
my
abominable
tongue
!
Why
can
’
t
I
learn
to
keep
it
quiet
?
"
groaned
Jo
,
remembering
words
which
had
been
her
undoing
.
When
she
had
heard
the
explanation
of
the
quoted
phrases
,
Mrs
.
March
said
sorrowfully
.
.
.
"
I
wish
you
could
have
gone
,
but
there
is
no
hope
of
it
this
time
,
so
try
to
bear
it
cheerfully
,
and
don
’
t
sadden
Amy
’
s
pleasure
by
reproaches
or
regrets
.
"
"
I
’
ll
try
,
"
said
Jo
,
winking
hard
as
she
knelt
down
to
pick
up
the
basket
she
had
joyfully
upset
.
"
I
’
ll
take
a
leaf
out
of
her
book
,
and
try
not
only
to
seem
glad
,
but
to
be
so
,
and
not
grudge
her
one
minute
of
happiness
.
But
it
won
’
t
be
easy
,
for
it
is
a
dreadful
disappointment
,
"
and
poor
Jo
bedewed
the
little
fat
pincushion
she
held
with
several
very
bitter
tears
.
"
Jo
,
dear
,
I
’
m
very
selfish
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
spare
you
,
and
I
’
m
glad
you
are
not
going
quite
yet
,
"
whispered
Beth
,
embracing
her
,
basket
and
all
,
with
such
a
clinging
touch
and
loving
face
that
Jo
felt
comforted
in
spite
of
the
sharp
regret
that
made
her
want
to
box
her
own
ears
,
and
humbly
beg
Aunt
Carrol
to
burden
her
with
this
favor
,
and
see
how
gratefully
she
would
bear
it
.
By
the
time
Amy
came
in
,
Jo
was
able
to
take
her
part
in
the
family
jubilation
,
not
quite
as
heartily
as
usual
,
perhaps
,
but
without
repinings
at
Amy
’
s
good
fortune
.
The
young
lady
herself
received
the
news
as
tidings
of
great
joy
,
went
about
in
a
solemn
sort
of
rapture
,
and
began
to
sort
her
colors
and
pack
her
pencils
that
evening
,
leaving
such
trifles
as
clothes
,
money
,
and
passports
to
those
less
absorbed
in
visions
of
art
than
herself
.
"
It
isn
’
t
a
mere
pleasure
trip
to
me
,
girls
,
"
she
said
impressively
,
as
she
scraped
her
best
palette
.
"
It
will
decide
my
career
,
for
if
I
have
any
genius
,
I
shall
find
it
out
in
Rome
,
and
will
do
something
to
prove
it
.
"
"
Suppose
you
haven
’
t
?
"
said
Jo
,
sewing
away
,
with
red
eyes
,
at
the
new
collars
which
were
to
be
handed
over
to
Amy
.
"
Then
I
shall
come
home
and
teach
drawing
for
my
living
,
"
replied
the
aspirant
for
fame
,
with
philosophic
composure
.
But
she
made
a
wry
face
at
the
prospect
,
and
scratched
away
at
her
palette
as
if
bent
on
vigorous
measures
before
she
gave
up
her
hopes
.
