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2. CHAPTER TWO
 Jo was the first to wake in the gray dawn of Christmas morning.
 No stockings hung at the fireplace, and for a moment she
 felt as much disappointed as she did long ago, when her little
 sock fell down because it was crammed so full of goodies.  Then
 she remembered her mother's promise and, slipping her hand under
 her pillow, drew out a little crimson-covered book.  She knew
 it very well, for it was that beautiful old story of the best
 life ever lived, and Jo felt that it was a true guidebook for
 any pilgrim going on a long journey.  She woke Meg with a "Merry
 Christmas," and bade her see what was under her pillow.  A green-covered
 book appeared, with the same picture inside, and a few
 words written by their mother, which made their one present very
 precious in their eyes.  Presently Beth and Amy woke to rummage
 and find their little books also, one dove-colored, the other
 blue, and all sat looking at and talking about them, while the
 east grew rosy with the coming day. In spite of her small vanities, Margaret had a sweet and
 pious nature, which unconsciously influenced her sisters,
 especially Jo, who loved her very tenderly, and obeyed her
 because her advice was so gently given. "Girls," said Meg seriously, looking from the tumbled head
 beside her to the two little night-capped ones in the room beyond, 
 "Mother wants us to read and love and mind these books, and we
 must begin at once.  We used to be faithful about it, but since
 Father went away and all this war trouble unsettled us, we have
 neglected many things.  You can do as you please, but I shall keep
 my book on the table here and read a little every morning as soon
 as I wake, for I know it will do me good and help me through the day." Then she opened her new book and began to read.  Jo put her
 arm round her and, leaning cheek to cheek, read also, with the
 quiet expression so seldom seen on her restless face. "How good Meg is!  Come, Amy, let's do as they do.  I'll
 help you with the hard words, and they'' explain things if we
 don't understand," whispered Beth, very much impressed by the
 pretty books and her sisters, example. |