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Meg
flew
to
rescue
Amy
,
and
Beth
to
pacify
Jo
,
but
Jo
was
quite
beside
herself
,
and
with
a
parting
box
on
her
sister
’
s
ear
,
she
rushed
out
of
the
room
up
to
the
old
sofa
in
the
garret
,
and
finished
her
fight
alone
.
The
storm
cleared
up
below
,
for
Mrs
.
March
came
home
,
and
,
having
heard
the
story
,
soon
brought
Amy
to
a
sense
of
the
wrong
she
had
done
her
sister
.
Jo
’
s
book
was
the
pride
of
her
heart
,
and
was
regarded
by
her
family
as
a
literary
sprout
of
great
promise
.
It
was
only
half
a
dozen
little
fairy
tales
,
but
Jo
had
worked
over
them
patiently
,
putting
her
whole
heart
into
her
work
,
hoping
to
make
something
good
enough
to
print
.
She
had
just
copied
them
with
great
care
,
and
had
destroyed
the
old
manuscript
,
so
that
Amy
’
s
bonfire
had
consumed
the
loving
work
of
several
years
.
It
seemed
a
small
loss
to
others
,
but
to
Jo
it
was
a
dreadful
calamity
,
and
she
felt
that
it
never
could
be
made
up
to
her
.
Beth
mourned
as
for
a
departed
kitten
,
and
Meg
refused
to
defend
her
pet
.
Mrs
.
March
looked
grave
and
grieved
,
and
Amy
felt
that
no
one
would
love
her
till
she
had
asked
pardon
for
the
act
which
she
now
regretted
more
than
any
of
them
.
When
the
tea
bell
rang
,
Jo
appeared
,
looking
so
grim
and
unapproachable
that
it
took
all
Amy
’
s
courage
to
say
meekly
.
.
.
"
Please
forgive
me
,
Jo
.
I
’
m
very
,
very
sorry
.
"
"
I
never
shall
forgive
you
,
"
was
Jo
’
s
stern
answer
,
and
from
that
moment
she
ignored
Amy
entirely
.
No
one
spoke
of
the
great
trouble
,
not
even
Mrs
.
March
,
for
all
had
learned
by
experience
that
when
Jo
was
in
that
mood
words
were
wasted
,
and
the
wisest
course
was
to
wait
till
some
little
accident
,
or
her
own
generous
nature
,
softened
Jo
’
s
resentment
and
healed
the
breach
.
It
was
not
a
happy
evening
,
for
though
they
sewed
as
usual
,
while
their
mother
read
aloud
from
Bremer
,
Scott
,
or
Edgeworth
,
something
was
wanting
,
and
the
sweet
home
peace
was
disturbed
.
They
felt
this
most
when
singing
time
came
,
for
Beth
could
only
play
,
Jo
stood
dumb
as
a
stone
,
and
Amy
broke
down
,
so
Meg
and
Mother
sang
alone
.
But
in
spite
of
their
efforts
to
be
as
cheery
as
larks
,
the
flutelike
voices
did
not
seem
to
chord
as
well
as
usual
,
and
all
felt
out
of
tune
.
As
Jo
received
her
good
-
night
kiss
,
Mrs
.
March
whispered
gently
,
"
My
dear
,
don
’
t
let
the
sun
go
down
upon
your
anger
.
Forgive
each
other
,
help
each
other
,
and
begin
again
tomorrow
.
"
Jo
wanted
to
lay
her
head
down
on
that
motherly
bosom
,
and
cry
her
grief
and
anger
all
away
,
but
tears
were
an
unmanly
weakness
,
and
she
felt
so
deeply
injured
that
she
really
couldn
’
t
quite
forgive
yet
.
So
she
winked
hard
,
shook
her
head
,
and
said
gruffly
because
Amy
was
listening
,
"
It
was
an
abominable
thing
,
and
she
doesn
’
t
deserve
to
be
forgiven
.
"
