`` It 's very trying , but we never can make her commy la fo , '' added Amy , who sat making some new frills for herself , with her curls tied up in a very becoming way , two agreeable things that made her feel unusually elegant and ladylike . In a few minutes Jo bounced in , laid herself on the sofa , and affected to read . `` Have you anything interesting there ? '' asked Meg , with condescension . `` Nothing but a story , wo n't amount to much , I guess , '' returned Jo , carefully keeping the name of the paper out of sight . `` You 'd better read it aloud . That will amuse us and keep you out of mischief , '' said Amy in her most grown-up tone . `` What 's the name ? '' asked Beth , wondering why Jo kept her face behind the sheet . `` The Rival Painters . '' `` That sounds well . Read it , '' said Meg . With a loud `` Hem ! '' and a long breath , Jo began to read very fast . The girls listened with interest , for the tale was romantic , and somewhat pathetic , as most of the characters died in the end . `` I like that about the splendid picture , '' was Amy 's approving remark , as Jo paused . `` I prefer the lovering part . Viola and Angelo are two of our favorite names , is n't that queer ? '' said Meg , wiping her eyes , for the lovering part was tragical . `` Who wrote it ? ''
asked Beth , who had caught a glimpse of XXXXX 's face .
Amy Angelo Beth Hem Jo Meg Painters Viola curls story