It seemed a small loss to others , but to Jo it was a dreadful calamity , and she felt that it never could be made up to her . Beth mourned as for a departed kitten , and Meg refused to defend her pet . Mrs. March looked grave and grieved , and Amy felt that no one would love her till she had asked pardon for the act which she now regretted more than any of them . When the tea bell rang , Jo appeared , looking so grim and unapproachable that it took all Amy 's courage to say meekly ... `` Please forgive me , Jo . I 'm very , very sorry . '' `` I never shall forgive you , '' was Jo 's stern answer , and from that moment she ignored Amy entirely . No one spoke of the great trouble , not even Mrs. March , for all had learned by experience that when Jo was in that mood words were wasted , and the wisest course was to wait till some little accident , or her own generous nature , softened Jo 's resentment and healed the breach . It was not a happy evening , for though they sewed as usual , while their mother read aloud from Bremer , Scott , or Edgeworth , something was wanting , and the sweet home peace was disturbed . They felt this most when singing time came , for Beth could only play , Jo stood dumb as a stone , and Amy broke down , so Meg and Mother sang alone . But in spite of their efforts to be as cheery as larks , the flutelike voices did not seem to chord as well as usual , and all felt out of tune . As Jo received her good-night kiss , Mrs. March whispered gently , `` My dear , do n't let the sun go down upon your anger . Forgive each other , help each other , and begin again tomorrow . '' Jo wanted to lay her head down on that motherly bosom , and cry her grief and anger all away , but tears were an unmanly weakness , and she felt so deeply injured that she really could n't quite forgive yet . So she winked hard , shook her head , and said gruffly because Amy was listening , `` It was an abominable thing , and she does n't deserve to be forgiven . '' With that she marched off to bed , and there was no merry or confidential gossip that night . Amy was much offended that her overtures of peace had been repulsed , and began to wish she had not humbled herself , to feel more injured than ever , and to plume herself on her superior virtue in a way which was particularly exasperating . Jo still looked like a thunder cloud , and nothing went well all day . It was bitter cold in the morning , she dropped her precious turnover in the gutter , Aunt March had an attack of the fidgets , Meg was sensitive , Beth would look grieved and wistful when she got home , and Amy kept making remarks about people who were always talking about being good and yet would n't even try when other people set them a virtuous example . `` Everybody is so hateful , I 'll ask Laurie to go skating . He is always kind and jolly , and will put me to rights , I know , '' said Jo to herself , and off she went .
XXXXX heard the clash of skates , and looked out with an impatient exclamation .
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