I don't feel so forlorn, and will try to bear it if it comes." "Keep hoping for the best, that will help you, Jo.

Soon your mother will be here, and then everything will be all right." "I'm so glad Father is better.

Now she won't feel so bad about leaving him.

Oh, me! It does seem as if all the troubles came in a heap, and I got the heaviest part on my shoulders," sighed Jo, spreading her wet handkerchief over her knees to dry.
"Doesn't Meg pull fair ?" asked Laurie, looking indignant.
"Oh, yes, she tries to, but she can't love Bethy as I do, and she won't miss her as I shall.

Beth is my conscience, and I can't give her up.
I can't! I can't!" Down went Jo's face into the wet handkerchief, and she cried despairingly, for she had kept up bravely till now and never shed a tear.