PART 1
19. CHAPTER NINETEEN
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I, Amy Curtis March, being in my sane mind, go give and
bequeethe all my earthly property--viz.to wit:--namely
To my father, my best pictures, sketches, maps, and works
of art, including frames. Also my $100, to do what he likes with.
To my mother, all my clothes, except the blue apron with
pockets--also my likeness, and my medal, with much love.
To my dear sister Margaret, I give my turkquoise ring (if I
get it), also my green box with the doves on it, also my; piece
of real lace for her neck, and my sketch of her as a memorial of
her 'little girl'.
To Jo I leave my breastpin, the one mended with sealing wax,
also my bronze inkstand--she lost the cover--and my most precious
plaster rabbit, because I am sorry I burned up her story.
To Beth (if she lives after me) I give my dolls and the
little bureau, my fan, my linen collars and my new slippers if
she can wear them being thin when she gets well. And I herewith
also leave her my regret that I ever made fun of old Joanna.
To my friend and neighbor Theodore Laurence I bequeethe my
paper mashay portfolio, my clay model of a horse though he did
say it hadn't any neck. Also in return for his great kindness
in the hour of affliction any one of my artistic works he likes,
Noter Dame is the best.
To our venerable benefactor Mr. Laurence I leave my purple
box with a looking glass in the cover which will be nice for
his pens and remind him of the departed girl who thanks him
for his favors to her family, especially Beth.
I wish my favorite playmate Kitty Bryant to have the blue
silk apron and my gold-bead ring with a kiss.
To Hannah I give the bandbox she wanted and all the patchwork
I leave hoping she `will remember me, when it you see'.
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