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why should i complain, when we both have merely done our duty and will surely be the happier for it in the end?
if i don't seem to need help, it is because i have a better friend, even than father, to comfort and sustain me.
the more you love and trust him, the nearer you will feel to him, and the less you will depend on human power and wisdom.
his love and care never tire or change, can never be taken from you, but may become the source of lifelong peace, happiness, and strength.
believe this heartily, and go to god with all your little cares, and hopes, and sins, and sorrows, as freely and confidingly as you come to your mother.'
jo's only answer was to hold her mother close, and in the silence which followed the sincerest prayer she had ever prayed left her heart without words.
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.
'what did they do that for?' said winston, somewhat taken aback.
'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.
meg goes to vanity fair
'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.
parsons went on triumphantly,.
'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.
'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 misess 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.'
'it will look nice over my new muslin skirt, and the sash will set it off beautifully.
i wish i hadn't smashed my coral bracelet, for you might have had it,' said jo, who loved to give and lend, but whose possessions were usually too dilapidated to be of much use.
'there is a lovely old fashioned pearl set in the treasure chest, but mother said real flowers were the prettiest ornament for a young girl, and laurie promised to send me all i want,' replied meg.
'now, let me see, there's my new gray walking suit, just curl up the feather in my hat, beth, then my poplin for sunday and the small party, it looks heavy for spring, doesn't it?
'my kid made sure he was some kind of enemy agent might have been dropped by parachute, for instance.
the violet silk would be so nice.
'never mind, you've got the tarlaton for the big party, and you always look like an angel in white,' said amy, brooding over the little store of finery in which her soul delighted.
'it isn't low necked, and it doesn't sweep enough, but it will have to do.
my blue housedress looks so well, turned and freshly trimmed, that i feel as if i'd got a new one.
my silk sacque isn't a bit the fashion, and my bonnet doesn't look like sallie's.
i didn't like to say anything, but i was sadly disappointed in my umbrella.