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"
Quite
safe
,
dear
.
She
is
not
hurt
,
and
won
’
t
even
take
cold
,
I
think
,
you
were
so
sensible
in
covering
and
getting
her
home
quickly
,
"
replied
her
mother
cheerfully
.
"
Laurie
did
it
all
.
I
only
let
her
go
.
Mother
,
if
she
should
die
,
it
would
be
my
fault
.
"
And
Jo
dropped
down
beside
the
bed
in
a
passion
of
penitent
tears
,
telling
all
that
had
happened
,
bitterly
condemning
her
hardness
of
heart
,
and
sobbing
out
her
gratitude
for
being
spared
the
heavy
punishment
which
might
have
come
upon
her
.
"
It
’
s
my
dreadful
temper
!
I
try
to
cure
it
,
I
think
I
have
,
and
then
it
breaks
out
worse
than
ever
.
Oh
,
Mother
,
what
shall
I
do
?
What
shall
I
do
?
"
cried
poor
Jo
,
in
despair
.
"
Watch
and
pray
,
dear
,
never
get
tired
of
trying
,
and
never
think
it
is
impossible
to
conquer
your
fault
,
"
said
Mrs
.
March
,
drawing
the
blowzy
head
to
her
shoulder
and
kissing
the
wet
cheek
so
tenderly
that
Jo
cried
even
harder
.
"
You
don
’
t
know
,
you
can
’
t
guess
how
bad
it
is
!
It
seems
as
if
I
could
do
anything
when
I
’
m
in
a
passion
.
I
get
so
savage
,
I
could
hurt
anyone
and
enjoy
it
.
I
’
m
afraid
I
shall
do
something
dreadful
some
day
,
and
spoil
my
life
,
and
make
everybody
hate
me
.
Oh
,
Mother
,
help
me
,
do
help
me
!
"
"
I
will
,
my
child
,
I
will
.
Don
’
t
cry
so
bitterly
,
but
remember
this
day
,
and
resolve
with
all
your
soul
that
you
will
never
know
another
like
it
.
Jo
,
dear
,
we
all
have
our
temptations
,
some
far
greater
than
yours
,
and
it
often
takes
us
all
our
lives
to
conquer
them
.
You
think
your
temper
is
the
worst
in
the
world
,
but
mine
used
to
be
just
like
it
.
"
"
Yours
,
Mother
?
Why
,
you
are
never
angry
!
"
And
for
the
moment
Jo
forgot
remorse
in
surprise
.
"
I
’
ve
been
trying
to
cure
it
for
forty
years
,
and
have
only
succeeded
in
controlling
it
.
I
am
angry
nearly
every
day
of
my
life
,
Jo
,
but
I
have
learned
not
to
show
it
,
and
I
still
hope
to
learn
not
to
feel
it
,
though
it
may
take
me
another
forty
years
to
do
so
.
"
The
patience
and
the
humility
of
the
face
she
loved
so
well
was
a
better
lesson
to
Jo
than
the
wisest
lecture
,
the
sharpest
reproof
.
She
felt
comforted
at
once
by
the
sympathy
and
confidence
given
her
.
The
knowledge
that
her
mother
had
a
fault
like
hers
,
and
tried
to
mend
it
,
made
her
own
easier
to
bear
and
strengthened
her
resolution
to
cure
it
,
though
forty
years
seemed
rather
a
long
time
to
watch
and
pray
to
a
girl
of
fifteen
.
"
Mother
,
are
you
angry
when
you
fold
your
lips
tight
together
and
go
out
of
the
room
sometimes
,
when
Aunt
March
scolds
or
people
worry
you
?
"
asked
Jo
,
feeling
nearer
and
dearer
to
her
mother
than
ever
before
.
