The Sun Goes Down on My Anger

Jo's only answer was to hold her mother close. In that sad yet happy hour, she had learned not only the bitterness of remorse and despair, but the se ness of self denial and self control. Amy stirred and sighed in her sleep. And as if eager to begin at once to mend her fault, jo looked up with an expression on her face which never worn before. I let the sun go down on my anger. I wouldn't forgive her. If it hadn't been for laurie, it might have been too late. How could i be so wicked? Said jo half aloud, as she leaned over her sister, softly stroking the wet hair scattered on the pillow