1 I rather think she hasn't got any, said her mother.
2 and it had become a household custom, for the mother was a born singer.
3 Meg had a voice like a flute, and she and her mother led the little choir.
4 My mother knows old Mr. Laurence, but says he's very proud and doesn't like to mix with his neighbors.
5 Then she remembered her mother's promise and, slipping her hand under her pillow, drew out a little crimson-covered book.
6 It quite took their breath away, and they stared first at the table and then at their mother, who looked as if she enjoyed it immensely.
7 They always looked back before turning the corner, for their mother was always at the window to nod and smile, and wave her hand to them.
8 Mrs. March gave the mother tea and gruel, and comforted her with promises of help, while she dressed the little baby as tenderly as if it had been her own.
9 A green-covered book appeared, with the same picture inside, and a few words written by their mother, which made their one present very precious in their eyes.
10 My only comfort," she said to Meg, with tears in her eyes, "is that Mother doesn't take tucks in my dresses whenever I'm naughty, as Maria Parks's mother does.
11 She was not elegantly dressed, but a noble-looking woman, and the girls thought the gray cloak and unfashionable bonnet covered the most splendid mother in the world.
12 Even when he went away, and her mother was called to devote her skill and energy to Soldiers' Aid Societies, Beth went faithfully on by herself and did the best she could.
13 "That's loving our neighbor better than ourselves, and I like it," said Meg, as they set out their presents while their mother was upstairs collecting clothes for the poor Hummels.
14 A poor, bare, miserable room it was, with broken windows, no fire, ragged bedclothes, a sick mother, wailing baby, and a group of pale, hungry children cuddled under one old quilt, trying to keep warm.
15 Being still too young to go often to the theater, and not rich enough to afford any great outlay for private performances, the girls put their wits to work, and necessity being the mother of invention, made whatever they needed.
16 The two older girls were a great deal to one another, but each took one of the younger sisters into her keeping and watched over her in her own way, 'playing mother' they called it, and put their sisters in the places of discarded dolls with the maternal instinct of little women.
17 When they had laughed at Beth's story, they asked their mother for one, and after a moments thought, she said soberly, "As I sat cutting out blue flannel jackets today at the rooms, I felt very anxious about Father, and thought how lonely and helpless we should be, if anything happened to him."
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