Part 1

Playing Pilgrims

           "Christmaswon’tbeChristmaswithoutanypresents,"grumbledJo,lyingontherug.

           "It’ssodreadfultobepoor!"sighedMeg,lookingdownatherolddress.

           "Idon’tthinkit’sfairforsomegirlstohaveplentyofprettythings,andothergirlsnothingatall,"addedlittleAmy,withaninjuredsniff.

           "We’vegotFatherandMother,andeachother,"saidBethcontentedlyfromhercorner.

           Thefouryoungfacesonwhichthefirelightshonebrightenedatthecheerfulwords,butdarkenedagainasJosaidsadly,"Wehaven’tgotFather,andshallnothavehimforalongtime."Shedidn’tsay"perhapsnever,"buteachsilentlyaddedit,thinkingofFatherfaraway,wherethefightingwas.

           Nobodyspokeforaminute;thenMegsaidinanalteredtone,"YouknowthereasonMotherproposednothavinganypresentsthisChristmaswasbecauseitisgoingtobeahardwinterforeveryone;andshethinksweoughtnottospendmoneyforpleasure,whenourmenaresufferingsointhearmy.Wecan’tdomuch,butwecanmakeourlittlesacrifices,andoughttodoitgladly.ButIamafraidIdon’t,"andMegshookherhead,asshethoughtregretfullyofalltheprettythingsshewanted.

           "ButIdon’tthinkthelittleweshouldspendwoulddoanygood.We’veeachgotadollar,andthearmywouldn’tbemuchhelpedbyourgivingthat.IagreenottoexpectanythingfromMotheroryou,butIdowanttobuyUndineandSintranformyself.I’vewanteditsolong,"saidJo,whowasabookworm.

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