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"
If
there
is
anything
good
or
true
in
what
I
write
,
it
isn
’
t
mine
.
I
owe
it
all
to
you
and
Mother
and
Beth
,
"
said
Jo
,
more
touched
by
her
father
’
s
words
than
by
any
amount
of
praise
from
the
world
.
So
taught
by
love
and
sorrow
,
Jo
wrote
her
little
stories
,
and
sent
them
away
to
make
friends
for
themselves
and
her
,
finding
it
a
very
charitable
world
to
such
humble
wanderers
,
for
they
were
kindly
welcomed
,
and
sent
home
comfortable
tokens
to
their
mother
,
like
dutiful
children
whom
good
fortune
overtakes
.
When
Amy
and
Laurie
wrote
of
their
engagement
,
Mrs
.
March
feared
that
Jo
would
find
it
difficult
to
rejoice
over
it
,
but
her
fears
were
soon
set
at
rest
,
for
though
Jo
looked
grave
at
first
,
she
took
it
very
quietly
,
and
was
full
of
hopes
and
plans
for
‘
the
children
’
before
she
read
the
letter
twice
.
It
was
a
sort
of
written
duet
,
wherein
each
glorified
the
other
in
loverlike
fashion
,
very
pleasant
to
read
and
satisfactory
to
think
of
,
for
no
one
had
any
objection
to
make
.
"
You
like
it
,
Mother
?
"
said
Jo
,
as
they
laid
down
the
closely
written
sheets
and
looked
at
one
another
.
"
Yes
,
I
hoped
it
would
be
so
,
ever
since
Amy
wrote
that
she
had
refused
Fred
.
I
felt
sure
then
that
something
better
than
what
you
call
the
‘
mercenary
spirit
’
had
come
over
her
,
and
a
hint
here
and
there
in
her
letters
made
me
suspect
that
love
and
Laurie
would
win
the
day
.
"
"
How
sharp
you
are
,
Marmee
,
and
how
silent
!
You
never
said
a
word
to
me
.
"
"
Mothers
have
need
of
sharp
eyes
and
discreet
tongues
when
they
have
girls
to
manage
.
I
was
half
afraid
to
put
the
idea
into
your
head
,
lest
you
should
write
and
congratulate
them
before
the
thing
was
settled
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
the
scatterbrain
I
was
.
You
may
trust
me
.
I
’
m
sober
and
sensible
enough
for
anyone
’
s
confidante
now
.
"
"
So
you
are
,
my
dear
,
and
I
should
have
made
you
mine
,
only
I
fancied
it
might
pain
you
to
learn
that
your
Teddy
loved
someone
else
.
"
"
Now
,
Mother
,
did
you
really
think
I
could
be
so
silly
and
selfish
,
after
I
’
d
refused
his
love
,
when
it
was
freshest
,
if
not
best
?
"
