Oh , Pip ! How could I be so cruel to you ? '' cried Beth , taking the poor thing in her hands and trying to restore him . Jo peeped into his half-open eye , felt his little heart , and finding him stiff and cold , shook her head , and offered her domino box for a coffin . `` Put him in the oven , and maybe he will get warm and revive , '' said Amy hopefully . `` He 's been starved , and he sha n't be baked now he 's dead . I 'll make him a shroud , and he shall be buried in the garden , and I 'll never have another bird , never , my Pip ! for I am too bad to own one , '' murmured Beth , sitting on the floor with her pet folded in her hands . `` The funeral shall be this afternoon , and we will all go . Now , do n't cry , Bethy . It 's a pity , but nothing goes right this week , and Pip has had the worst of the experiment . Make the shroud , and lay him in my box , and after the dinner party , we 'll have a nice little funeral , '' said Jo , beginning to feel as if she had undertaken a good deal . Leaving the others to console Beth , she departed to the kitchen , which was in a most discouraging state of confusion . Putting on a big apron , she fell to work and got the dishes piled up ready for washing , when she discovered that the fire was out . `` Here 's a sweet prospect ! '' muttered Jo , slamming the stove door open , and poking vigorously among the cinders . Having rekindled the fire , she thought she would go to market while the water heated . The walk revived her spirits , and flattering herself that she had made good bargains , she trudged home again , after buying a very young lobster , some very old asparagus , and two boxes of acid strawberries . By the time she got cleared up , the dinner arrived and the stove was red-hot . Hannah had left a pan of bread to rise , Meg had worked it up early , set it on the hearth for a second rising , and forgotten it .
XXXXX was entertaining Sallie Gardiner in the parlor , when the door flew open and a floury , crocky , flushed , and disheveled figure appeared , demanding tartly ... `` I say , is n't bread ` riz ' enough when it runs over the pans ? ''
Amy Beth Jo Meg afternoon domino fire right second shroud