JO— I’m not a young lady! I’m not! And if turning up my hair makes
me one, I’ll wear it in two tails till I’m twenty. I hate to think I’ve got to
grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as a China
Aster! It’s bad enough to be a girl, anyway, when I like boy’s games and work
and manners! I can’t get over my disappointment in not being a boy. And it’s
worse than ever now, for I’m dying to go and fight with Papa. And I can only
stay home and knit, like a poky old woman!
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