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Amy
stirred
and
sighed
in
her
sleep
,
and
as
if
eager
to
begin
at
once
to
mend
her
fault
,
Jo
looked
up
with
an
expression
on
her
face
which
it
had
never
worn
before
.
"
I
let
the
sun
go
down
on
my
anger
.
I
wouldn
’
t
forgive
her
,
and
today
,
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
Laurie
,
it
might
have
been
too
late
!
How
could
I
be
so
wicked
?
"
said
Jo
,
half
aloud
,
as
she
leaned
over
her
sister
softly
stroking
the
wet
hair
scattered
on
the
pillow
.
As
if
she
heard
,
Amy
opened
her
eyes
,
and
held
out
her
arms
,
with
a
smile
that
went
straight
to
Jo
’
s
heart
.
Neither
said
a
word
,
but
they
hugged
one
another
close
,
in
spite
of
the
blankets
,
and
everything
was
forgiven
and
forgotten
in
one
hearty
kiss
.
"
I
do
think
it
was
the
most
fortunate
thing
in
the
world
that
those
children
should
have
the
measles
just
now
,
"
said
Meg
,
one
April
day
,
as
she
stood
packing
the
‘
go
abroady
’
trunk
in
her
room
,
surrounded
by
her
sisters
.
"
And
so
nice
of
Annie
Moffat
not
to
forget
her
promise
.
A
whole
fortnight
of
fun
will
be
regularly
splendid
,
"
replied
Jo
,
looking
like
a
windmill
as
she
folded
skirts
with
her
long
arms
.
"
And
such
lovely
weather
,
I
’
m
so
glad
of
that
,
"
added
Beth
,
tidily
sorting
neck
and
hair
ribbons
in
her
best
box
,
lent
for
the
great
occasion
.
"
I
wish
I
was
going
to
have
a
fine
time
and
wear
all
these
nice
things
,
"
said
Amy
with
her
mouth
full
of
pins
,
as
she
artistically
replenished
her
sister
’
s
cushion
.
"
I
wish
you
were
all
going
,
but
as
you
can
’
t
,
I
shall
keep
my
adventures
to
tell
you
when
I
come
back
.
I
’
m
sure
it
’
s
the
least
I
can
do
when
you
have
been
so
kind
,
lending
me
things
and
helping
me
get
ready
,
"
said
Meg
,
glancing
round
the
room
at
the
very
simple
outfit
,
which
seemed
nearly
perfect
in
their
eyes
.
"
What
did
Mother
give
you
out
of
the
treasure
box
?
"
asked
Amy
,
who
had
not
been
present
at
the
opening
of
a
certain
cedar
chest
in
which
Mrs
.
March
kept
a
few
relics
of
past
splendor
,
as
gifts
for
her
girls
when
the
proper
time
came
.
"
A
pair
of
silk
stockings
,
that
pretty
carved
fan
,
and
a
lovely
blue
sash
.
I
wanted
the
violet
silk
,
but
there
isn
’
t
time
to
make
it
over
,
so
I
must
be
contented
with
my
old
tarlaton
.
"
