1 "I thought I'd get her some with my dollar," said Beth.
2 "I thought you'd do it," said Mrs. March, smiling as if satisfied.
3 It isn't funny, like Jo's story, but I thought about it a good deal as I came home.
4 I'd given one man and thought it too much, while he gave four without grudging them.
5 I'll see what these little girls can do for him, thought Mr. Laurence, as he looked and listened.
6 Why, you see, the girls are always buying them, and unless you want to be thought mean, you must do it too.
7 But I am afraid I don't, and Meg shook her head, as she thought regretfully of all the pretty things she wanted.
8 Meg wanted me to bring some of her blanc mange, she makes it very nicely, and Beth thought her cats would be comforting.
9 Poor Jo blushed till she couldn't blush any redder, and her heart began to beat uncomfortably fast as she thought what she had said.
10 She is going in the spring when the opera comes, and it will be perfectly splendid, if Mother only lets me go, answered Meg, cheering up at the thought.
11 The girls had never been called angel children before, and thought it very agreeable, especially Jo, who had been considered a 'Sancho' ever since she was born.
12 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.
13 This was a truly thrilling scene, though some persons might have thought that the sudden tumbling down of a quantity of long red hair rather marred the effect of the villain's death.
14 Beth took a step forward, and pressed her hands tightly together to keep from clapping them, for this was an irresistible temptation, and the thought of practicing on that splendid instrument quite took her breath away.
15 She never suspected that the exercise books and new songs which she found in the rack were put there for her especial benefit, and when he talked to her about music at home, she only thought how kind he was to tell things that helped her so much.
16 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."
17 A bitter sense of wrong and the thought of Jenny Snow helped her to bear it, and, taking the ignominious place, she fixed her eyes on the stove funnel above what now seemed a sea of faces, and stood there, so motionless and white that the girls found it hard to study with that pathetic figure before them.
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