March looked grave and grieved, and Amy felt that no one would love her till she had asked pardon for the act which she now regretted more than any of them
When the tea bell rang, Jo appeared, looking so grim and unapproachable that it took all Amy's courage to say meekly
"Please forgive me, JoI'm very, very sorry
"I never shall forgive you," was Jo's stern answer, and from that moment she ignored Amy entirely
No one spoke of the great trouble, not even MrsMarch, for all had learned by experience that when Jo was in that mood words were wasted, and the wisest course was to wait till some little accident, or her own generous nature, softened Jo's resentment and healed the breachIt was not a happy evening, for though they sewed as usual, while their mother read aloud from Bremer, Scott, or Edgeworth, something was wanting, and the sweet home peace was disturbedThey felt this most when singing time came, for Beth could only play, Jo stood dumb as a stone, and Amy broke down, so Meg and Mother sang aloneBut in spite of their efforts to be as cheery as larks, the flutelike voices did not seem to chord as well as usual, and all felt out of tune
As Jo received her good-night kiss, MrsMarch whispered gently, "My http://www.snluxury.com/categorys_94_Chanel-Purse_1.html" target="_blank dear, don't let the sun go down upon your angerForgive each other, help each other, and begin again tomorrow
Jo wanted to lay her head down on that motherly bosom, and cry her grief and anger all away, but tears were an unmanly weakness, and she felt so deeply injured that she really couldn't quite forgive yetSo she winked hard, shook her head, and said gruffly because Amy was listening, "It was an abominable thing, and she doesn't deserve to be forgiven
With that she marched off to bed, and there was no merry or confidential gossip that night
Amy was much offended that her overtures of peace had been repulsed, and began to wish she had not humbled herself, to feel more injured than ever, and to plume herself on her superior virtue in a way which was particularly exasperatingJo still looked like a thunder cloud, and nothing went well all dayIt was bitter cold in the morning, she dropped her precious turnover in the gutter, Aunt March had an attack of the fidgets, Meg was sensitive, Beth would look grieved and wistful when she got home, and Amy kept making remarks about people who were always talking about being good and yet wouldn't even try when other people set them a virtuous example"Everybody is so http://www.culuxury.com/category_1_Balenciaga_1.html" target="_blank hateful, I'll ask Laurie to go skatingHe is always kind and jolly, and will put me to rights, I know," said Jo to herself, and off she went
Amy heard the clash of skates, and looked out with an impatient exclamation
"There! She promised I should go next time, for this is the last ice we shall haveBut it's no use to ask such a crosspatch to take meYou were very naughty, and it is hard to forgive the loss of her precious little book, but I think she might do it now, and I guess she will, if you try her at the right minute," said MegDon't say anything till Jo has got good-natured with Laurie, than take a quiet minute and just kiss her, or do some kind thing, and I'm sure she'll be friends again with all her heart
"I'll try," said Amy, for the advice suited her, and after a flurry to get ready, she ran after the friends, who were just disappearing over the hill
It was not far to the river, but both were ready before Amy reached themJo saw her coming, and turned her backLaurie did not see, for he was carefully skating along the shore, sounding the ice, for a warm spell had preceded the cold snap
"I'll go on to the first bend, and see if it's all right before we begin to race," Amy heard him say, as he shot away, http://www.ualuxury.com/scategory_2_Chanel.html" target="_blank looking like a young Russian in his fur-trimmed coat and cap
Jo heard Amy panting after her run, stamping her feet and blowing on her fingers as she tried to put her skates on, but Jo never turned and went slowly zigzagging down the river, taking a bitter, unhappy sort of satisfaction in her sister's troublesShe had cherished her anger till it grew strong and took possession of her, as evil thoughts and feelings always do unless cast out at onceAs Laurie turned the bend, he shouted back
"Keep near the shoreIt isn't safe in the middle Jo heard, but Amy was struggling to her feet and did not catch a wordJo glanced over her shoulder, and the little demon she was harboring said in her ear
"No matter whether she heard or not, let her take care of herself
Laurie had vanished round the bend, Jo was just at the turn, and Amy, far behind, striking out toward the the smoother ice in the middle of the riverFor a minute Jo stood still with a strange feeling in her heart, then she resolved to go on, but something held and turned her round, just in time to see Amy throw up her hands and go down, with a sudden crash of rotten ice, the splash of water, and a cry that made Jo's heart stand still with fearShe tried to call http://www.enluxury.com/product_365_Chanel-White-and-Black-Cambon-Reporter-Bag.html" target="_blank Laurie, but her voice was goneShe tried to rush forward, but her feet seemed to have no strength in them, and for a second, she could only stand motionless, staring with a terror-stricken face at the little blue hood above the black waterSomething rushed swiftly by her, and Laurie's voice cried outQuick, quick!"
How she did it, she never knew, but for the next few minutes she worked as if possessed, blindly obeying Laurie, who was quite self-possessed, and lying flat, held Amy up by his arm and hockey stick till Jo dragged a rail from the fence, and together they got the child out, more frightened than hurt
"Now then, we must walk her home as fast as we canPile our things on her, while I get off these confounded skates," cried Laurie, wrapping his coat round Amy, and tugging away at the straps which never seemed so intricate before
Shivering, dripping, and crying, they got Amy home, and after an exciting time of it, she fell asleep, rolled in blankets before a hot fireDuring the bustle Jo had scarcely spoken but flown about, looking pale and wild, with her things half off, her dress torn, and her hands cut and bruised by ice and rails and refractory bucklesWhen Amy was comfortably asleep, the house quiet, and http://www.enluxury.com/categorys_93_Coco-Chanel-Top-Handles-Bag_1.html" target="_blank Mrs