Marc Chagall Painting
Henri Matisse Painting
Van Gogh Painting
Van Gogh Sunflower
When they got home they found Amy reading in the parlour. She assumed an injured air as they came in; never lifted her eyes from her book, or asked a single question. Perhaps curiosity might have conquered resentment, if Beth had not been there to inquire, and receive a glowing description of the play. On going up to put away her best hat, Jo's first look was towards the bureau; for, in their last quarrel, Amy had soothed her feelings by turning Jo's top drawer upside down on the floor. Everything was in its place, however, and after a hasty glance into her various closets, bags,
and boxes, Jo decided that Amy had forgiven and forgotten her wrongs. ¡¡¡¡There Jo was mistaken; for next day she made a discovery which produced a tempest. Meg, Beth, and Amy were sitting together, late in the afternoon, when Jo burst into the room, looking excited, and demanding breathlessly, `Has anyone taken my book?' ¡¡¡¡Meg and Beth said `No,' at once, and looked surprised; Amy poked the fire, and said nothing. Jo saw her colour rise, and was down upon her in a minute. ¡¡¡¡`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.