The Vicar of Tours
THE VICAR OF TOURS BY HONORE DE BALZAC Translated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley DEDICATION To David, Sculptor: The permanence of the work on which I inscribe your name --twice made illustrious in this century--is very problematical;
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 it had never worn before.
"I let the sun go down on my anger. I wouldn't forgive her,
and today, 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.
As if she heard, Amy opened her eyes, and held out her arms,
with a smile that went straight to Jo's heart. Neither said a
word, but they hugged one another close, in spite of the blankets,
and everything was forgiven and forgotten in one hearty kiss.
CHAPTER NINE
MEG GOES TO VANITY FAIR
"I do think it was the most fortunate thing in the world that
those children should have the measles just now," said Meg, one
April day, as she stood packing the 'go abroady' trunk in her room,
surrounded by her sisters.
THE VICAR OF TOURS BY HONORE DE BALZAC Translated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley DEDICATION To David, Sculptor: The permanence of the work on which I inscribe your name --twice made illustrious in this century--is very problematical;