1 A quick, bright smile went round like a streak of sunshine.
2 And Mr. Brooke laid his book on her lap with an inviting smile.
3 There was a queer smile about Mr. Brooke's mouth as he opened at poor Mary's lament.
4 Before Mrs. March could reply, Mr. Laurence went on with an odd little nod and smile.
5 It will please her very much, I know, said Meg, with a frown for Jo and a smile for Beth.
6 "I have great hopes for my boy," observed Jo, watching him fly over the fence with an approving smile.
7 Laurie burst out with a hearty boy's laugh, which made several passers-by smile in spite of themselves.
8 As if she heard, Amy opened her eyes, and held out her arms, with a smile that went straight to Jo's heart.
9 As Amy pointed to the smiling Christ child on his Mother's knee, Mrs. March saw something on the lifted hand that made her smile.
10 This odd arrangement made Mrs. March smile, but she said gravely, "Jo, I confide in you and don't wish you to say anything to Meg yet."
11 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.
12 "The coolness of you two rascals is amazing," began Mr. Pickwick, trying to get up an awful frown and only succeeding in producing an amiable smile.
13 She stayed till Hannah came to take her home to dinner, but she had no appetite, and could only sit and smile upon everyone in a general state of beatitude.
14 Your hair is becoming, and it looks very boyish and nice, returned Meg, trying not to smile at the curly head, which looked comically small on her tall sister's shoulders.
15 Up went a handful of soft snow, and the head turned at once, showing a face which lost its listless look in a minute, as the big eyes brightened and the mouth began to smile.
16 He stood so still that a squirrel, busy with its harvesting, ran down a pine close beside him, saw him suddenly and skipped back, scolding so shrilly that Beth looked up, espied the wistful face behind the birches, and beckoned with a reassuring smile.
17 "Yes, I've learned to check the hasty words that rise to my lips, and when I feel that they mean to break out against my will, I just go away for a minute, and give myself a little shake for being so weak and wicked," answered Mrs. March with a sigh and a smile, as she smoothed and fastened up Jo's disheveled hair.
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