Маленькие женщины

Jo Meets Apollyon

           "Mother,areyouangrywhenyoufoldyourlipstighttogetherandgooutoftheroomsometimes,whenAuntMarchscoldsorpeopleworryyou?"askedJo,feelingneareranddearertohermotherthaneverbefore.

           "Yes,I’velearnedtocheckthehastywordsthatrisetomylips,andwhenIfeelthattheymeantobreakoutagainstmywill,Ijustgoawayforaminute,andgivemyselfalittleshakeforbeingsoweakandwicked,"answeredMrs.Marchwithasighandasmile,asshesmoothedandfastenedupJo’sdisheveledhair.

           "Howdidyoulearntokeepstill?Thatiswhattroublesme,forthesharpwordsflyoutbeforeIknowwhatI’mabout,andthemoreIsaytheworseIget,tillit’sapleasuretohurtpeople’sfeelingsandsaydreadfulthings.Tellmehowyoudoit,Marmeedear."

           "Mygoodmotherusedtohelpme..."

           "Asyoudous..."interruptedJo,withagratefulkiss.

           "ButIlostherwhenIwasalittleolderthanyouare,andforyearshadtostruggleonalone,forIwastooproudtoconfessmyweaknesstoanyoneelse.Ihadahardtime,Jo,andshedagoodmanybittertearsovermyfailures,forinspiteofmyeffortsIneverseemedtogeton.Thenyourfathercame,andIwassohappythatIfounditeasytobegood.Butby-and-by,whenIhadfourlittledaughtersroundmeandwewerepoor,thentheoldtroublebeganagain,forIamnotpatientbynature,andittriedmeverymuchtoseemychildrenwantinganything."

           "PoorMother!Whathelpedyouthen?"

           "Yourfather,Jo.

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