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"
Yes
,
Jo
,
I
think
your
harvest
will
be
a
good
one
,
"
began
Mrs
.
March
,
frightening
away
a
big
black
cricket
that
was
staring
Teddy
out
of
countenance
.
"
Not
half
so
good
as
yours
,
Mother
.
Here
it
is
,
and
we
never
can
thank
you
enough
for
the
patient
sowing
and
reaping
you
have
done
,
"
cried
Jo
,
with
the
loving
impetuosity
which
she
never
would
outgrow
.
"
I
hope
there
will
be
more
wheat
and
fewer
tares
every
year
,
"
said
Amy
softly
.
"
A
large
sheaf
,
but
I
know
there
’
s
room
in
your
heart
for
it
,
Marmee
dear
,
"
added
Meg
’
s
tender
voice
.
Touched
to
the
heart
,
Mrs
.
March
could
only
stretch
out
her
arms
,
as
if
to
gather
children
and
grandchildren
to
herself
,
and
say
,
with
face
and
voice
full
of
motherly
love
,
gratitude
,
and
humility
.
.
.
"
Oh
,
my
girls
,
however
long
you
may
live
,
I
never
can
wish
you
a
greater
happiness
than
this
!
"