Amy poked the fire and said nothing . Jo saw her color rise and was down upon her in a minute . `` Amy , you 've got it ! '' `` No , I have n't . '' `` You know where it is , then ! '' `` No , I do n't . '' `` That 's a fib ! '' cried Jo , taking her by the shoulders , and looking fierce enough to frighten a much braver child than Amy . `` It is n't . I have n't got it , do n't know where it is now , and do n't care . '' `` You know something about it , and you 'd better tell at once , or I 'll make you . '' And Jo gave her a slight shake . `` Scold as much as you like , you 'll never see your silly old book again , '' cried Amy , getting excited in her turn . `` Why not ? '' `` I burned it up . '' `` What ! My little book I was so fond of , and worked over , and meant to finish before Father got home ? Have you really burned it ? '' said Jo , turning very pale , while her eyes kindled and her hands clutched Amy nervously . `` Yes , I did !
I told you I 'd make you pay for being so cross yesterday , and I have , so ... '' XXXXX got no farther , for Jo 's hot temper mastered her , and she shook Amy till her teeth chattered in her head , crying in a passion of grief and anger ... `` You wicked , wicked girl !
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