1 That same morning, a little girl in a brown hat.
2 Next morning, Meg did not appear till ten o'clock.
3 Jo was the first to wake in the gray dawn of Christmas morning.
4 We are a set of rascals this morning, but we'll come home regular angels.
5 "Look under your pillows Christmas morning, and you will find your guidebook," replied Mrs. March.
6 Everybody dawdled that morning, and it was noon before the girls found energy enough even to take up their worsted work.
7 There were six dolls to be taken up and dressed every morning, for Beth was a child still and loved her pets as well as ever.
8 Jo spent the morning on the river with Laurie and the afternoon reading and crying over The Wide, Wide World, up in the apple tree.
9 The morning charities and ceremonies took so much time that the rest of the day was devoted to preparations for the evening festivities.
10 Then she wrote a short, simple note, and with Laurie's help, got them smuggled onto the study table one morning before the old gentleman was up.
11 "I saw something I liked this morning, and I meant to tell it at dinner, but I forgot," said Beth, putting Jo's topsy-turvy basket in order as she talked.
12 Mr. Davis had evidently taken his coffee too strong that morning, there was an east wind, which always affected his neuralgia, and his pupils had not done him the credit which he felt he deserved.
13 The first sound in the morning was her voice as she went about the house singing like a lark, and the last sound at night was the same cheery sound, for the girls never grew too old for that familiar lullaby.
14 "Oh, dear, how hard it does seem to take up our packs and go on," sighed Meg the morning after the party, for now the holidays were over, the week of merrymaking did not fit her for going on easily with the task she never liked.
15 And when they went away, leaving comfort behind, I think there were not in all the city four merrier people than the hungry little girls who gave away their breakfasts and contented themselves with bread and milk on Christmas morning.
16 A distinguished personage happened to visit the school that morning, and Amy's beautifully drawn maps received praise, which honor to her foe rankled in the soul of Miss Snow, and caused Miss March to assume the airs of a studious young peacock.
17 It was bitter cold in the morning, she dropped her precious turnover in the gutter, Aunt March had an attack of the fidgets, Meg was sensitive, Beth would look grieved and wistful when she got home, and Amy kept making remarks about people who were always talking about being good and yet wouldn't even try when other people set them a virtuous example.
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