Missus March's Wavy Chestnut Lock

No one wanted to go to bed. Beth went to the piano and played her father's favourite hymn. Jo lay motionless, and her sister fancied that she was asleep. But a stifled sob made her exclaim as she touched a wet cheek. Then my my hair burst out. The woman saw me look at it and picked out a long lock for me to keep. I'll give it to you, marmy, just to remember past glor s by for a crop is so comfortable, i don't think i shall ever have a mane again.