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"
No
,
you
won
’
t
.
You
hate
hard
work
,
and
you
’
ll
marry
some
rich
man
,
and
come
home
to
sit
in
the
lap
of
luxury
all
your
days
,
"
said
Jo
.
"
Your
predictions
sometimes
come
to
pass
,
but
I
don
’
t
believe
that
one
will
.
I
’
m
sure
I
wish
it
would
,
for
if
I
can
’
t
be
an
artist
myself
,
I
should
like
to
be
able
to
help
those
who
are
,
"
said
Amy
,
smiling
,
as
if
the
part
of
Lady
Bountiful
would
suit
her
better
than
that
of
a
poor
drawing
teacher
.
"
Hum
!
"
said
Jo
,
with
a
sigh
.
"
If
you
wish
it
you
’
ll
have
it
,
for
your
wishes
are
always
granted
—
mine
never
.
"
"
Would
you
like
to
go
?
"
asked
Amy
,
thoughtfully
patting
her
nose
with
her
knife
.
"
Rather
!
"
"
Well
,
in
a
year
or
two
I
’
ll
send
for
you
,
and
we
’
ll
dig
in
the
Forum
for
relics
,
and
carry
out
all
the
plans
we
’
ve
made
so
many
times
.
"
"
Thank
you
.
I
’
ll
remind
you
of
your
promise
when
that
joyful
day
comes
,
if
it
ever
does
,
"
returned
Jo
,
accepting
the
vague
but
magnificent
offer
as
gratefully
as
she
could
.
There
was
not
much
time
for
preparation
,
and
the
house
was
in
a
ferment
till
Amy
was
off
.
Jo
bore
up
very
well
till
the
last
flutter
of
blue
ribbon
vanished
,
when
she
retired
to
her
refuge
,
the
garret
,
and
cried
till
she
couldn
’
t
cry
any
more
.
Amy
likewise
bore
up
stoutly
till
the
steamer
sailed
Then
just
as
the
gangway
was
about
to
be
withdrawn
,
it
suddenly
came
over
her
that
a
whole
ocean
was
soon
to
roll
between
her
and
those
who
loved
her
best
,
and
she
clung
to
Laurie
,
the
last
lingerer
,
saying
with
a
sob
.
.
.
