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Playing Pilgrims

           Roderigorenthischainsasundermanfully,andHugodiedinagoniesofremorseandarsenic,withawild,"Ha!Ha!"

           "It’sthebestwe’vehadyet,"saidMeg,asthedeadvillainsatupandrubbedhiselbows.

           "Idon’tseehowyoucanwriteandactsuchsplendidthings,Jo.You’rearegularShakespeare!"exclaimedBeth,whofirmlybelievedthathersistersweregiftedwithwonderfulgeniusinallthings.

           "Notquite,"repliedJomodestly."IdothinkTheWitchesCurse,anOperaticTragedyisratheranicething,butI’dliketotryMacbeth,ifweonlyhadatrapdoorforBanquo.Ialwayswantedtodothekillingpart.‘IsthatadaggerthatIseebeforeme?"mutteredJo,rollinghereyesandclutchingattheair,asshehadseenafamoustragediando.

           "No,it’sthetoastingfork,withMother’sshoeonitinsteadofthebread.Beth’sstage-struck!"criedMeg,andtherehearsalendedinageneralburstoflaughter.

           "Gladtofindyousomerry,mygirls,"saidacheeryvoiceatthedoor,andactorsandaudienceturnedtowelcomeatall,motherlyladywitha‘canIhelpyou’lookaboutherwhichwastrulydelightful.Shewasnotelegantlydressed,butanoble-lookingwoman,andthegirlsthoughtthegraycloakandunfashionablebonnetcoveredthemostsplendidmotherintheworld.

           "Well,dearies,howhaveyougotontoday?Therewassomuchtodo,gettingtheboxesreadytogotomorrow,thatIdidn’tcomehometodinner.Hasanyonecalled,Beth?Howisyourcold,Meg?Jo,youlooktiredtodeath.Comeandkissme,baby."

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