People would n't feel so bad about me if I was sick , and I do n't deserve to have them , but I 'd like to be loved and missed by a great many friends , so I 'm going to try and be like Beth all I can . I 'm apt to forget my resolutions , but if I had something always about me to remind me , I guess I should do better . May we try this way ? '' `` Yes , but I have more faith in the corner of the big closet . Wear your ring , dear , and do your best . I think you will prosper , for the sincere wish to be good is half the battle . Now I must go back to Beth . Keep up your heart , little daughter , and we will soon have you home again . '' That evening while Meg was writing to her father to report the traveler 's safe arrival , Jo slipped upstairs into Beth 's room , and finding her mother in her usual place , stood a minute twisting her fingers in her hair , with a worried gesture and an undecided look . `` What is it , deary ? '' asked Mrs. March , holding out her hand , with a face which invited confidence . `` I want to tell you something , Mother . '' `` About Meg ? '' `` How quickly you guessed ! Yes , it 's about her , and though it 's a little thing , it fidgets me . '' `` Beth is asleep . Speak low , and tell me all about it . That Moffat has n't been here , I hope ? '' asked Mrs. March rather sharply . `` No .
I should have shut the door in his face if he had , '' said XXXXX , settling herself on the floor at her mother 's feet .
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