A letter came from Aunt Carrol, and Mrs.March's face was illuminated to such a degree when she read it that Jo and Beth, who were with her, demanded what the glad tidings were.
"Aunt Carrol is going abroad next month, and wants..." "Me to go with her!" burst in Jo, flying out of her chair in an uncontrollable rapture.
"No, dear, not you.

It's Amy." "Oh, Mother! She's too young, it's my turn first.

I've wanted it so long.

It would do me so much good, and be so altogether splendid.

I must go!" "I'm afraid it's impossible, Jo.