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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.

      During the fifteen minutes that followed, the proud and sensitive little girl suffered a shame and pain which she never forgot. To others it might seem a ludicrous or trivial affair, but to her it was a hard experience, for during the twelve years of her life she had been governed by love alone, and a blow of that sort had never touched her before. The smart of her hand and the ache of her heart were forgotten in the sting of the thought, »I shall have to tell at home, and they will be so disappointed in me!«

      The fifteen minutes seemed an hour, but they came to an end at last, and the word ›Recess!‹ had never seemed so welcome to her before.

      »You can go, Miss March,« said Mr. Davis, looking, as he felt, uncomfortable.

      He did not soon forget the reproachful glance Amy gave him, as she went, without a word to anyone, straight into the anteroom, snatched her things, and left the place »forever,« as she passionately declared to herself. She was in a sad state when she got home, and when the older girls arrived, some time later, an indignation meeting was held at once. Mrs. March did not say much but looked disturbed, and comforted her afflicted little daughter in her tenderest manner. Meg bathed the insulted hand with glycerine and tears, Beth felt that even her beloved kittens would fail as a balm for griefs like this, Jo wrathfully proposed that Mr. Davis be arrested without delay, and Hannah shook her fist at the ›villain‹ and pounded potatoes for dinner as if she had him under her pestle.

      No notice was taken of Amy’s flight, except by her mates, but the sharp-eyed demoiselles discovered that Mr. Davis was quite benignant in the afternoon, also unusually nervous. Just before school closed, Jo appeared, wearing a grim expression as she stalked up to the desk, and delivered a letter from her mother, then collected Amy’s property, and departed, carefully scraping the mud from her boots on the door mat, as if she shook the dust of the place off her feet.

      »Yes, you can have a vacation from school, but I want you to study a little every day with Beth,« said Mrs. March that evening. »I don’t approve of corporal punishment, especially for girls. I dislike Mr. Davis’s manner of teaching and don’t think the girls you associate with are doing you any good, so I shall ask your father’s advice before I send you anywhere else.«

      »That’s good! I wish all the girls would leave, and spoil his old school. It’s perfectly maddening to think of those lovely limes,« sighed Amy, with the air of a martyr.

      »I am not sorry you lost them, for you broke the rules, and deserved some punishment for disobedience,« was the severe reply, which rather disappointed the young lady, who expected nothing but sympathy.

      »Do you mean you are glad I was disgraced before the whole school?« cried Amy.

      »I should not have chosen that way of mending a fault,« replied her mother, »but I’m not sure that it won’t do you more good than a bolder method. You are getting to be rather conceited, my dear, and it is quite time you set about correcting it. You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long, even if it is, the consciousness of possessing and using it well should satisfy one, and the great charm of all power is modesty.«

      »So it is!« cried Laurie, who was playing chess in a corner with Jo. »I knew a girl once, who had a really remarkable talent for music, and she didn’t know it, never guessed what sweet little things she composed when she was alone, and wouldn’t have believed it if anyone had told her.«

      »I wish I’d known that nice girl. Maybe she would have helped me, I’m so stupid,« said Beth, who stood beside him, listening eagerly.

      »You do know her, and she helps you better than anyone else could,« answered Laurie, looking at her with such mischievous meaning in his merry black eyes that Beth suddenly turned very red, and hid her face in the sofa cushion, quite overcome by such an unexpected discovery.

      Jo let Laurie win the game to pay for that praise of her Beth, who could not be prevailed upon to play for them after her compliment. So Laurie did his best, and sang delightfully, being in a particularly lively humor, for to the Marches he seldom showed the moody side of his character. When he was gone, Amy, who had been pensive all evening, said suddenly, as if busy over some new idea, »Is Laurie an accomplished boy?«

      »Yes, he has had an excellent education, and has much talent. He will make a fine man, if not spoiled by petting,« replied her mother.

      »And he isn’t conceited, is he?« asked Amy.

      »Not in the least. That is why he is so charming and we all like him so much.«

      »I see. It’s nice to have accomplishments and be elegant, but not to show off or get perked up,« said Amy thoughtfully.

      »These things are always seen and felt in a person’s manner and conversations, if modestly used, but it is not necessary to display them,« said Mrs. March.

      »Any more than it’s proper to wear all your bonnets and gowns and ribbons at once, that folks may know you’ve got them,« added Jo, and the lecture ended in a laugh.

      Jo Meets Apollyon

      »Girls, where are you going?« asked Amy, coming into their room one Saturday afternoon, and finding them getting ready to go out with an air of secrecy which excited her curiosity.

      »Never mind. Little girls shouldn’t ask questions,« returned Jo sharply.

      Now if there is anything mortifying to our feelings when we are young, it is to be told that, and to be bidden to »run away, dear« is still more trying to us. Amy bridled up at this insult, and determined to find out the secret, if she teased for an hour. Turning to Meg, who never refused her anything very long, she said coaxingly, »Do tell me! I should think you might let me go, too, for Beth is fussing over her piano, and I haven’t got anything to do, and am so lonely.«

      »I can’t, dear, because you aren’t invited,« began Meg, but Jo broke in impatiently, »Now, Meg, be quiet or you will spoil it all. You can’t go, Amy, so don’t be a baby and whine about it.«

      »You are going somewhere with Laurie, I know you are. You were whispering and laughing together on the sofa last night, and you stopped when I came in. Aren’t you going with him?«

      »Yes, we are. Now do be still, and stop bothering.«

      Amy held her tongue, but used her eyes, and saw Meg slip a fan into her pocket.

      »I know! I know! You’re going to the theater to see the Seven Castles!« she cried, adding resolutely, »and I shall go, for Mother said I might see it, and I’ve got my rag money, and it was mean not to tell me in time.«

      »Just listen to me a minute, and be a good child,« said Meg soothingly. »Mother doesn’t wish you to go this week, because your eyes are not well enough yet to bear the light of this fairy piece. Next week you can go with Beth and Hannah, and have a nice time.«

      »I don’t like that half as well as going with you and Laurie. Please let me. I’ve been sick with this cold so long, and shut up, I’m dying for some fun. Do, Meg! I’ll be ever so good,« pleaded Amy, looking as pathetic as she could.

      »Suppose we take her. I don’t believe Mother would mind, if we bundle her up well,« began Meg.

      »If she goes I shan’t, and if I don’t, Laurie won’t like it, and it will be very rude, after he invited only us, to go and drag in Amy. I should think she’d hate to poke herself where she isn’t wanted,« said Jo crossly, for she disliked the trouble of overseeing a fidgety child when she wanted to enjoy herself.

      Her

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