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You've had the scarlet fever, haven't you?' ¡¡¡¡`Years ago, when Meg did. Why?' ¡¡¡¡`Then I'll tell you. Oh, Jo, the baby's dead!' ¡¡¡¡`What baby?' ¡¡¡¡`Mrs. Hummel's; it died in my lap before she got home,' cried Beth, with a sob. ¡¡¡¡`My poor dear, how dreadful for you! I ought to have gone,' said Jo, taking her sister in her arms as she sa
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t down in her mother's big chair, with a remorseful face. ¡¡¡¡`It wasn't dreadful, Jo, only so sad! I saw in a minute that it was sicker, but Lottchen said her mother had gone for a doctor, so I took baby and let Lotty rest. It seemed asleep, but all of a sudden it gave a little cry, and trembled, and then lay very still. I tried to warm its feet, and Lotty gave it some milk, but it didn't stir, and I knew it was dead.' ¡¡¡¡`Don't cry, dear! What did you do?'