“My dear, don’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 couldn’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 don’t deserve to be forgiven.”

With that she marched off to bed, and there was no merry or confidential gossip that night.