“I’m so glad father is better; now she won’t feel so bad about leaving him. Oh, me! it does seem as if all the troubles came in a heap, and I got the heaviest part on my shoulders,” sighed Jo, spreading her wet handkerchief over her knees to dry.

“Doesn’t Meg pull fair?” asked Laurie, looking indignant.

“Oh, yes; she tries to, but she can’t love Bethy as I do; and she won’t miss her as I shall. Beth is my conscience, and I can’t give her up. I can’t! I can’t!”