sniffed
audibly.
Jo did not
cry,
though she
was very
near it
once, and
was only
saved from
a
demonstration
by the
consciousness
that
Laurie was
staring
fixedly at
her, with
a comical
mixture of
merriment
and
emotion in
his wicked
black
eyes. Beth
kept her
face
hidden on
her
mother’s
shoulder,
but Amy
stood like
a graceful
statue,
with a
most
becoming
ray of
sunshine
touching
her white
forehead
and the
flower in
her hair.
It wasn’t
at all the
