PART 1
19. CHAPTER NINETEEN
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And now having disposed of my most valuable property I hope
all will be satisfied and not blame the dead. I forgive everyone,
and trust we may all meet when the trump shall sound. Amen.
To this will and testiment I set my hand and seal on this
20th day of Nov. Anni Domino 1861.
Amy Curtis March
Witnesses:
Estelle Valnor,
Theodore Laurence.
The last name was written in pencil, and Amy explained
that he was to rewrite it in ink and seal it up for her properly.
"What put it into your head? Did anyone tell you about Beth's
giving away her things?" asked Laurie soberly, as Amy laid a bit
of red tape, with sealing wax, a taper, and a standish before him.
She explained and then asked anxiously, "What about Beth?"
"I'm sorry I spoke, but as I did, I'll tell you. She felt so
ill one day that she told Jo she wanted to give her piano to Meg,
her cats to you, and the poor old doll to Jo, who would love it for
her sake. She was sorry she had so little to give, and left locks
of hair to the rest of us, and her best love to Grandpa. She never
thought of a will."
Laurie was signing and sealing as he spoke, and did not look
up till a great tear dropped on the paper. Amy's face was full
of trouble, but she only said, "Don't people put sort of
postscripts to their wills, sometimes?"
"Yes, `codicils', they call them."
"Put one in mine then, that I wish all my curls cut off, and
given round to my friends. I forgot it, but I want it done though
it will spoil my looks."
Laurie added it, smiling at Amy's last and greatest sacrifice.
Then he amused her for an hour, and was much interested in all her
trials. But when he came to go, Amy held him back to whisper with
trembling lips, "Is there really any danger about Beth?"
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