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A Telegram

           "Shedoesn’tlooklikemyJoanymore,butIloveherdearlyforit!"

           Aseveryoneexclaimed,andBethhuggedthecroppedheadtenderly,Joassumedanindifferentair,whichdidnotdeceiveanyoneaparticle,andsaid,rumplingupthebrownbushandtryingtolookasifshelikedit,"Itdoesn’taffectthefateofthenation,sodon’twail,Beth.Itwillbegoodformyvanity,Iwasgettingtooproudofmywig.Itwilldomybrainsgoodtohavethatmoptakenoff.Myheadfeelsdeliciouslylightandcool,andthebarbersaidIcouldsoonhaveacurlycrop,whichwillbeboyish,becoming,andeasytokeepinorder.I’msatisfied,sopleasetakethemoneyandlet’shavesupper."

           "Tellmeallaboutit,Jo.Iamnotquitesatisfied,butIcan’tblameyou,forIknowhowwillinglyyousacrificedyourvanity,asyoucallit,toyourlove.But,mydear,itwasnotnecessary,andI’mafraidyouwillregretitoneofthesedays,"saidMrs.March.

           "No,Iwon’t!"returnedJostoutly,feelingmuchrelievedthatherprankwasnotentirelycondemned.

           "Whatmadeyoudoit?"askedAmy,whowouldassoonhavethoughtofcuttingoffherheadasherprettyhair.

           "Well,IwaswildtodosomethingforFather,"repliedJo,astheygatheredaboutthetable,forhealthyyoungpeoplecaneateveninthemidstoftrouble."IhatetoborrowasmuchasMotherdoes,andIknewAuntMarchwouldcroak,shealwaysdoes,ifyouaskforaninepence.

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