PART 1
8. CHAPTER EIGHT
(continued)
"Amy, you've got it!"
"No, I haven't."
"You know where it is, then!"
"No, I don't."
"That's a fib!" cried Jo, taking her by the shoulders, and
looking fierce enough to frighten a much braver child than Amy.
"It isn't. I haven't got it, don't know where it is now, and
don't care."
"You know something about it, and you'd better tell at once,
or I'll make you." And Jo gave her a slight shake.
"Scold as much as you like, you'll never see your silly old
book again," cried Amy, getting excited in her turn.
"why not?"
"I burned it up."
"What! My little book I was so fond of, and worked over, and
meant to finish before Father got home? Have you really burned it?"
said Jo, turning very pale, while her eyes kindled and her hands
clutched Amy nervously.
"Yes, I did! I told you I'd make you pay for being so cross
yesterday, and I have, so..."
Amy got no farther, for Jo's hot temper mastered her, and
she shook Amy till her teeth chattered in her head, crying in a
passion of grief and anger...
"You wicked, wicked girl! I never can write it again, and
I'll never forgive you as long as I live."
Meg flew to rescue Amy, and Beth to pacify Jo, but Jo was
quite beside herself, and with a parting box on her sister's ear,
she rushed out of the room up to the old sofa in the garret, and
finished her fight alone.
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