“See if I don’t.”

“And bring me back the minute Beth is well?”

“The identical minute.”

“And go to the theatre, truly?”

“A dozen theatres, if we may.”

“Well⁠—I guess⁠—I will,” said Amy slowly.

“Good girl! Call Meg, and tell her you’ll give in,” said Laurie, with an approving pat, which annoyed Amy more than the “giving in.”

Meg and Jo came running down to behold the miracle which had been wrought; and Amy, feeling very precious and self-sacrificing, promised to go, if the doctor said Beth was going to be ill.

“How is the little dear?” asked Laurie; for Beth was his especial pet, and he felt more anxious about her than he liked to show.