PART 1
2. CHAPTER TWO
 (continued)
They were all unusually hungry, having waited nearly an hour, 
 and for a minute no one spoke, only a minute, for Jo exclaimed
 impetuously, "I'm so glad you came before we began!" 
"May I go and help carry the things to the poor little children?"
 asked Beth eagerly. 
"I shall take the cream and the muffings," added Amy, heroically
 giving up the article she most liked. 
Meg was already covering the buckwheats, and piling the bread
 into one big plate. 
"I thought you'd do it," said Mrs. March, smiling as if satisfied.
 "You shall all go and help me, and when we come back we will have bread
 and milk for breakfast, and make it up at dinnertime." 
They were soon ready, and the procession set out.  Fortunately
 it was early, and they went through back streets, so few people saw
 them, and no one laughed at the queer party. 
A poor, bare, miserable room it was, with broken windows, no
 fire, ragged bedclothes, a sick mother, wailing baby, and a group
 of pale, hungry children cuddled under one old quilt, trying to
 keep warm. 
How the big eyes stared and the blue lips smiled as the girls
 went in. 
"Ach, mein Gott!  It is good angels come to us!" said the poor
 woman, crying for joy. 
"Funny angels in hoods and mittens," said Jo, and set them to
 laughing. 
In a few minutes it really did seem as if kind spirits had been
 at work there.  Hannah, who had carried wood, made a fire, and
 stopped up the broken panes with old hats and her own cloak.  Mrs.
 March gave the mother tea and gruel, and comforted her with promises
 of help, while she dressed the little baby as tenderly as if it had
 been her own.  The girls meantime spread the table, set the children
 round the fire, and fed them like so many hungry birds, laughing, 
 talking, and trying to understand the funny broken English. 
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