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"
Beth
,
if
you
don
’
t
keep
these
horrid
cats
down
cellar
I
’
ll
have
them
drowned
,
"
exclaimed
Meg
angrily
as
she
tried
to
get
rid
of
the
kitten
which
had
scrambled
up
her
back
and
stuck
like
a
burr
just
out
of
reach
.
Jo
laughed
,
Meg
scolded
,
Beth
implored
,
and
Amy
wailed
because
she
couldn
’
t
remember
how
much
nine
times
twelve
was
.
"
Girls
,
girls
,
do
be
quiet
one
minute
!
I
must
get
this
off
by
the
early
mail
,
and
you
drive
me
distracted
with
your
worry
,
"
cried
Mrs
.
March
,
crossing
out
the
third
spoiled
sentence
in
her
letter
.
There
was
a
momentary
lull
,
broken
by
Hannah
,
who
stalked
in
,
laid
two
hot
turnovers
on
the
table
,
and
stalked
out
again
.
These
turnovers
were
an
institution
,
and
the
girls
called
them
‘
muffs
’
,
for
they
had
no
others
and
found
the
hot
pies
very
comforting
to
their
hands
on
cold
mornings
.
Hannah
never
forgot
to
make
them
,
no
matter
how
busy
or
grumpy
she
might
be
,
for
the
walk
was
long
and
bleak
.
The
poor
things
got
no
other
lunch
and
were
seldom
home
before
two
.
"
Cuddle
your
cats
and
get
over
your
headache
,
Bethy
.
Goodbye
,
Marmee
.
We
are
a
set
of
rascals
this
morning
,
but
we
’
ll
come
home
regular
angels
.
Now
then
,
Meg
!
"
And
Jo
tramped
away
,
feeling
that
the
pilgrims
were
not
setting
out
as
they
ought
to
do
.
They
always
looked
back
before
turning
the
corner
,
for
their
mother
was
always
at
the
window
to
nod
and
smile
,
and
wave
her
hand
to
them
.
Somehow
it
seemed
as
if
they
couldn
’
t
have
got
through
the
day
without
that
,
for
whatever
their
mood
might
be
,
the
last
glimpse
of
that
motherly
face
was
sure
to
affect
them
like
sunshine
.
"
If
Marmee
shook
her
fist
instead
of
kissing
her
hand
to
us
,
it
would
serve
us
right
,
for
more
ungrateful
wretches
than
we
are
were
never
seen
,
"
cried
Jo
,
taking
a
remorseful
satisfaction
in
the
snowy
walk
and
bitter
wind
.
"
Don
’
t
use
such
dreadful
expressions
,
"
replied
Meg
from
the
depths
of
the
veil
in
which
she
had
shrouded
herself
like
a
nun
sick
of
the
world
.
"
I
like
good
strong
words
that
mean
something
,
"
replied
Jo
,
catching
her
hat
as
it
took
a
leap
off
her
head
preparatory
to
flying
away
altogether
.
