1 "I thought I'd get her some with my dollar," said Beth.
2 And it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with Papa.
3 And Beth looked at her rough hands with a sigh that any one could hear that time.
4 It's proper to use good words, and improve your vocabilary, returned Amy, with dignity.
5 You won't stop, I know, as long as you can trail round in a white gown with your hair down, and wear gold-paper jewelry.
6 Jo gave a despairing groan, and Meg laughed outright, while Beth let her bread burn as she watched the fun with interest.
7 "I planned to spend mine in new music," said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth brush and kettle-holder.
8 "I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all," added little Amy, with an injured sniff.
9 There is so much to do about the play for Christmas night, said Jo, marching up and down, with her hands behind her back, and her nose in the air.
10 I used to be so frightened when it was my turn to sit in the chair with the crown on, and see you all come marching round to give the presents, with a kiss.
11 A regular snow maiden, with blue eyes, and yellow hair curling on her shoulders, pale and slender, and always carrying herself like a young lady mindful of her manners.
12 "Birds in their little nests agree," sang Beth, the peacemaker, with such a funny face that both sharp voices softened to a laugh, and the "pecking" ended for that time.
13 Fifteen-year-old Jo was very tall, thin, and brown, and reminded one of a colt, for she never seemed to know what to do with her long limbs, which were very much in her way.
14 Elizabeth, or Beth, as everyone called her, was a rosy, smooth-haired, bright-eyed girl of thirteen, with a shy manner, a timid voice, and a peaceful expression which was seldom disturbed.
15 Margaret, the eldest of the four, was sixteen, and very pretty, being plump and fair, with large eyes, plenty of soft brown hair, a sweet mouth, and white hands, of which she was rather vain.
16 I don't care if Hugo does come at me with a pistol, returned Amy, who was not gifted with dramatic power, but was chosen because she was small enough to be borne out shrieking by the villain of the piece.
17 So you must try to be contented with making your name boyish, and playing brother to us girls, said Beth, stroking the rough head with a hand that all the dish washing and dusting in the world could not make ungentle in its touch.
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