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"
I
don
’
t
see
how
you
can
write
and
act
such
splendid
things
,
Jo
.
You
’
re
a
regular
Shakespeare
!
"
exclaimed
Beth
,
who
firmly
believed
that
her
sisters
were
gifted
with
wonderful
genius
in
all
things
.
"
Not
quite
,
"
replied
Jo
modestly
.
"
I
do
think
The
Witches
Curse
,
an
Operatic
Tragedy
is
rather
a
nice
thing
,
but
I
’
d
like
to
try
Macbeth
,
if
we
only
had
a
trapdoor
for
Banquo
.
I
always
wanted
to
do
the
killing
part
.
‘
Is
that
a
dagger
that
I
see
before
me
?
"
muttered
Jo
,
rolling
her
eyes
and
clutching
at
the
air
,
as
she
had
seen
a
famous
tragedian
do
.
"
No
,
it
’
s
the
toasting
fork
,
with
Mother
’
s
shoe
on
it
instead
of
the
bread
.
Beth
’
s
stage
-
struck
!
"
cried
Meg
,
and
the
rehearsal
ended
in
a
general
burst
of
laughter
.
"
Glad
to
find
you
so
merry
,
my
girls
,
"
said
a
cheery
voice
at
the
door
,
and
actors
and
audience
turned
to
welcome
a
tall
,
motherly
lady
with
a
‘
can
I
help
you
’
look
about
her
which
was
truly
delightful
.
She
was
not
elegantly
dressed
,
but
a
noble
-
looking
woman
,
and
the
girls
thought
the
gray
cloak
and
unfashionable
bonnet
covered
the
most
splendid
mother
in
the
world
.
"
Well
,
dearies
,
how
have
you
got
on
today
?
There
was
so
much
to
do
,
getting
the
boxes
ready
to
go
tomorrow
,
that
I
didn
’
t
come
home
to
dinner
.
Has
anyone
called
,
Beth
?
How
is
your
cold
,
Meg
?
Jo
,
you
look
tired
to
death
.
Come
and
kiss
me
,
baby
.
"
While
making
these
maternal
inquiries
Mrs
.
March
got
her
wet
things
off
,
her
warm
slippers
on
,
and
sitting
down
in
the
easy
chair
,
drew
Amy
to
her
lap
,
preparing
to
enjoy
the
happiest
hour
of
her
busy
day
.
The
girls
flew
about
,
trying
to
make
things
comfortable
,
each
in
her
own
way
.
Meg
arranged
the
tea
table
,
Jo
brought
wood
and
set
chairs
,
dropping
,
over
-
turning
,
and
clattering
everything
she
touched
.
Beth
trotted
to
and
fro
between
parlor
kitchen
,
quiet
and
busy
,
while
Amy
gave
directions
to
everyone
,
as
she
sat
with
her
hands
folded
.
As
they
gathered
about
the
table
,
Mrs
.
March
said
,
with
a
particularly
happy
face
,
"
I
’
ve
got
a
treat
for
you
after
supper
.
"
A
quick
,
bright
smile
went
round
like
a
streak
of
sunshine
.
Beth
clapped
her
hands
,
regardless
of
the
biscuit
she
held
,
and
Jo
tossed
up
her
napkin
,
crying
,
"
A
letter
!
A
letter
!
Three
cheers
for
Father
!
"
"
Yes
,
a
nice
long
letter
.
He
is
well
,
and
thinks
he
shall
get
through
the
cold
season
better
than
we
feared
.
He
sends
all
sorts
of
loving
wishes
for
Christmas
,
and
an
especial
message
to
you
girls
,
"
said
Mrs
.
March
,
patting
her
pocket
as
if
she
had
got
a
treasure
there
.
"
Hurry
and
get
done
!
Don
’
t
stop
to
quirk
your
little
finger
and
simper
over
your
plate
,
Amy
,
"
cried
Jo
,
choking
on
her
tea
and
dropping
her
bread
,
butter
side
down
,
on
the
carpet
in
her
haste
to
get
at
the
treat
.
