Dance Me to the End of Love

Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
female nude reclining
As she spoke, Amy showed the handsome flask which replaced the cheap one; and looked so earnest and humble her little effort to forget herself that Meg hugged her on spot, and Jo pronounced her in `a trump', while Beth ran to the window and picked her finest rose to ornament the stately bottle. ¡¡¡¡`You see, I felt ashamed of my present, after reading and talking about being good this morning, so I ran round the corner and changed it the minute I was up; and I'm so glad, for mine is the handsomest now.' ¡¡¡¡Another bang of the street door sent the basket under the sofa, and the girls to the table, eager for breakfast. ¡¡¡¡`Merry Christmas, Marmee! Many of them! Thank you for our books;
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we read some, and mean to, every day,' they cried, in chorus. ¡¡¡¡`Merry Christmas, little daughters! I'm glad you began at once, and hope you will keep on. But I want to say one word before we sit down. Not far away from here lies a poor woman with a little new-born baby. Six children are huddled into one bed to keep from freezing, for they have no fire. There is nothing to eat over there; and the oldest boy came to tell me they were suffering hunger and cold. My girls, will you give them your breakfast as a Christmas present?'