PART 1
8. CHAPTER EIGHT
 (continued)
"Yes, I've learned to check the hasty words that rise to my
 lips, and when I feel that they mean to break out against my will, 
 I just go away for a minute, and give myself a little shake for
 being so weak and wicked," answered Mrs. March with a sigh and a
 smile, as she smoothed and fastened up Jo's disheveled hair. 
"How did you learn to keep still?  That is what troubles me, 
 for the sharp words fly out before I know what I'm about, and the
 more I say the worse I get, till it's a pleasure to hurt people's
 feelings and say dreadful things.  Tell me how you do it, Marmee
 dear." 
"My good mother used to help me..." 
"As you do us..." interrupted Jo, with a grateful kiss. 
"But I lost her when I was a little older than you are, and
 for years had to struggle on alone, for I was too proud to confess
 my weakness to anyone else.  I had a hard time, Jo, and shed a good
 many bitter tears over my failures, for in spite of my efforts I
 never seemed to get on.  Then your father came, and I was so happy
 that i found it easy to be good.  But by-and-by, when I had four
 little daughters round me and we were poor, then the old trouble
 began again, for I am not patient by nature, and it tried me very
 much to see my children wanting anything." 
"Poor Mother!  What helped you then?" 
"Your father, Jo.  He never loses patience, never doubts or
 complains, but always hopes, and works and waits so cheerfully
 that one is ashamed to do otherwise before him.  He helped and
 comforted me, and showed me that I must try to practice all the
 virtues I would have my little girls possess, for I was their
 example.  It was easier to try for your sakes than for my own.
 A startled or surprised look from one of you when I spoke sharply
 rebuked me more than any words could have done, and the love, 
 respect, and confidence of my children was the sweetest reward I
 could receive for my efforts to be the woman I would have them
 copy." 
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