PART 2
30. CHAPTER THIRTY
 (continued)
"Then I shall come home and teach drawing for my living,"
 replied the aspirant for fame, with philosophic composure.
 But she made a wry face at the prospect, and scratched away
 at her palette as if bent on vigorous measures before she
 gave up her hopes. 
"No, you won't.  You hate hard work, and you'll marry some
 rich man, and come home to sit in the lap of luxury all your
 days," said Jo. 
"Your predictions sometimes come to pass, but I don't believe
 that one will.  I'm sure I wish it would, for if I can't be
 an artist myself, I should like to be able to help those who are,"
 said Amy, smiling, as if the part of Lady Bountiful would suit
 her better than that of a poor drawing teacher. 
"Hum!" said Jo, with a sigh.  "If you wish it you'll have it, 
 for your wishes are always granted--mine never." 
"Would you like to go?" asked Amy, thoughtfully patting her
 nose with her knife. 
"Rather!" 
"Well, in a year or two I'll send for you, and we'll dig in
 the Forum for relics, and carry out all the plans we've made so
 many times." 
"Thank you.  I'll remind you of your promise when that joyful
 day comes, if it ever does," returned Jo, accepting the vague but
 magnificent offer as gratefully as she could.
 "There was not much time for preparation, and the house was
 in a ferment till Amy was off.  Jo bore up very well till the
 last flutter of blue ribbon vanished, when she retired to her
 refuge, the garret, and cried till she couldn't cry any more.
 Amy likewise bore up stoutly till the steamer sailed.  Then
 just as the gangway was about to be withdrawn, it suddenly came
 over her that a whole ocean was soon to roll between her and
 those who loved her best, and she clung to Laurie, the last
 lingerer, saying with a sob... 
"Oh, take care of them for me, and if anything should
 happen...  " 
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