【正文】 t have any fuss made, so let it all pass and behave yourself, begged Amy, as she dep arted early, hoping to find a reinforcement of flowers to refresh her poor little table. I mere。t sell them at her own table. Now, that was hard. When we ma ke little sacrifices we like to have them appreciated, at least, and for a minute Amy was sorry she had done it, feeling that virtue was not always its won reward. But it is, as she presently discovered, for her spirits began to rise, and her table to blossom under her skillful hands, the girls were very kind, and that one little act seemed to have cleared the atmosphere amazingly. It was a very long day and a hard one for Amy, as she sat behind her table, of ten quite alone, for the little girls deserted very soon. Few cared to buy flowers in summer, and her bouquets began to droop long before night. The art table was the most attractive in the room. T here was a crowd about it all day long, and the tenders were constantly flying to and fro w ith important faces and rattling money boxes. Amy often looked wistfully across, longing to be there, where she felt at home and happy, instead of in a corner with nothing to do. It might seem no hardship to some of us, but to a pretty, blithe young girl, it was not only tedious, but very trying, and the thought of Laurie and his friends made it a real martyrdom. She did not go home till night, and then she looked so pale and quiet that they knew the day had been a hard one, though she made no plaint, and did not even tell what she had done. Her mother gave her an extra cordial cup of tea. Beth helped her dress,and made a charming little wreath for her hair, while Jo astonished her fa mily by getting herself up with unusual care, and hinting darkly that the tables were about to be turned. Don39。t you? cried one girl. May39。s voice came across the hall, saying pleasantly... You may have them, and wele, without asking, if you want them. I was just thinking I39。s spoiled. I dare say she39。s too bad, for there is no time to make other things, and I don39。s conscience preached her a little sermon from that text, then and there, and she did what many of us do not always do, took the sermon to heart, and straightway put it in practice. A group of girls were standing about May39。t, thought Amy, as her eye went from the bright page to May39。s the right spirit, my dear. A kiss for a blow is always best, though it39。t intend to show it. They will feel that more than angry speeches or huffy actions, won39。t take all her pretty things and leave those mean people to get on without her. Because they are mean is no reason why i should be. I hate such things, and though I think I39。s cheek. She bruised her hands with hammering, and got cold working in a draft, which last affliction filled her with apprehensions for the morrow. Any girl reader who has suffered like afflictions will sympathize with poor Amy and wish her we ll through her task. There was great indignation at home when she told her story that evening. Her m other said it was a shame, but told her she had done right. Beth declared she wouldn39。. All the blame of this should have fallen upon Jo, for her naughty imitation had been too lifelike to escape detection, and the frolicsome Lambs had perm itted the joke to escape. No hint of this had reached the culprits, however, and Amy39。s dainty penandink work entirely eclipsed May39。 was let severely alone, but Amy39。t have got himself up with more care if he39。s absorbed face, How he would enjoy having such a man as my Professor to talk with every day! Lastly, Mr . Bhaer was dressed in a new suit of blac k, which made him look more like a gentleman than ever. His bushy hair had been cut and smoothly brushed, but didn39。s behavior would have amused her, for a faint twinge, not of jealousy, but something like suspicion, caused that gentleman to stand aloof at first, and observe the newer with brotherly circumspection. But it did not last long. He got interested in spite of himself, and before he knew it, was drawn into the circle. For Mr. Bhaer talked well in this genial atmospher e, and did himself justice. He seldom spoke to Laurie, but he looked at him often, and a shadow would pass across his face, as if regretting his own lost youth, as he watched the young man in his prime. Then his eyes would turn to Jo so wistfully that she would have surely answered the mute inquiry if she had seen it. But Jo had he r own eyes to ta ke care of, and feeling that they could not be trusted, she prudently kept them on the little sock she was knitting, like a model maiden aunt. A stealthy glance now and then refreshed her like sips of fresh water after a dusty walk, for the sidelong peeps showed her several propitious omens. Mr. Bhaer39。s sa ke at first, but very soon they liked him for his own. They could not help it, for he carried the talisman that opens all hearts, and these simple people warmed to him at once , feeling even the more friendly because he was poor. For poverty enriches those who live above it, and is a sure passport to truly hospitable spirits. Mr. Bhaer sat looking about him with the air of a traveler who knocks at a strange door, and when it opens, finds himself at home. The children went to him like bees to a honeypot, and establishing themselves on each knee, proceeded to captivate him by rifling his poc kets, pulling his beard, and investigating his watch, w ith juvenile audacity. 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