PART 1
8. CHAPTER EIGHT
 (continued)
"Amy, you've got it!" 
"No, I haven't." 
"You know where it is, then!" 
"No, I don't." 
"That's a fib!" cried Jo, taking her by the shoulders, and
 looking fierce enough to frighten a much braver child than Amy. 
"It isn't.  I haven't got it, don't know where it is now, and
 don't care." 
"You know something about it, and you'd better tell at once, 
 or I'll make you."  And Jo gave her a slight shake. 
"Scold as much as you like, you'll never see your silly old
 book again," cried Amy, getting excited in her turn. 
"why not?" 
"I burned it up." 
"What!  My little book I was so fond of, and worked over, and
 meant to finish before Father got home?  Have you really burned it?"
 said Jo, turning very pale, while her eyes kindled and her hands
 clutched Amy nervously. 
"Yes, I did!  I told you I'd make you pay for being so cross
 yesterday, and I have, so..." 
Amy got no farther, for Jo's hot temper mastered her, and
 she shook Amy till her teeth chattered in her head, crying in a
 passion of grief and anger... 
"You wicked, wicked girl!  I never can write it again, and
 I'll never forgive you as long as I live." 
Meg flew to rescue Amy, and Beth to pacify Jo, but Jo was
 quite beside herself, and with a parting box on her sister's ear, 
 she rushed out of the room up to the old sofa in the garret, and
 finished her fight alone. 
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