We have such funny times , and now I can enjoy them , for everyone is so desperately good , it 's like living in a nest of turtledoves . You 'd laugh to see Meg head the table and try to be motherish . She gets prettier every day , and I 'm in love with her sometimes . The children are regular archangels , and I -- well , I 'm Jo , and never shall be anything else . Oh , I must tell you that I came near having a quarrel with Laurie . I freed my mind about a silly little thing , and he was offended . I was right , but did n't speak as I ought , and he marched home , saying he would n't come again till I begged pardon . I declared I would n't and got mad . It lasted all day . I felt bad and wanted you very much . Laurie and I are both so proud , it 's hard to beg pardon . But I thought he 'd come to it , for I was in the right . He did n't come , and just at night I remembered what you said when Amy fell into the river . I read my little book , felt better , resolved not to let the sun set on my anger , and ran over to tell Laurie I was sorry . I met him at the gate , coming for the same thing . We both laughed , begged each other 's pardon , and felt all good and comfortable again . I made a ` pome ' yesterday , when I was helping Hannah wash , and as Father likes my silly little things , I put it in to amuse him . Give him my lovingest hug that ever was , and kiss yourself a dozen times for your ... TOPSY-TURVY JO A SONG FROM THE SUDS Queen of my tub , I merrily sing , While the white foam rises high , And sturdily wash and rinse and wring , And fasten the clothes to dry . Then out in the free fresh air they swing , Under the sunny sky . I wish we could wash from our hearts and souls The stains of the week away , And let water and air by their magic make Ourselves as pure as they .
Then on the earth there would be indeed , A glorious washing XXXXX !
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