Well here is a new chappie to go with the last, one more, involving none other than Amy March (or Laurence if you want to be picky) and maybe another one to do with Laurie! (Might do them together, a strange person to give a doll to Beth, but he was always a kind 'brother'!)

Now, with nothing else for me to say, I give you MEG!

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Jo came down the stairs, slowly. Her eyes where wet with her tears, a trail of them ran down her left cheek and dropped of the end of her proud chin. Meg (who has dropped round to see her beloved Marmee with her two children) knew not why she cried, but she wanted to know desperately, so slowly and hesitantly asked Jo, “Why do you cry Jo dear?”

Jo didn’t answer, all she did was hold out a small wrapped up parcel made of cotton material edged with a bit of once white, now yellow lace to her sister’s face. Meg took it, and slowly opened it, not knowing what to expect. When she saw, she slowly looked up at Jo, “Oh, you poor dear!” and wrapped her in her motherly arms.

Her mind as she and her sister hugged flashed back to many years ago when she to had a doll she no longer wanted…….

(flashback)

“Meg”, called Marmee, “could you for once please pick up your doll and put her away!”

“Sorry! I didn’t know what to do with her…”

“What do you mean darling”, said her Mother cutting her of, “Don’t you want her any more?”

“Yes, I do not want her, I mean it, anymore, I am quite grown up now! I am, you realise, almost fourteen, and I do not really need it, but I was unsure of what to do with it and I did not really know if you would let me….” rambled a guilty Meg who then trailed off.

Her ‘Marmee’ looked down at her, with a strange look on her face, but she had always tried to let her daughters teach themselves, “Well, she is yours to do with as you wish, but, you realise you may want to keep her, so why not put her in your box in the attic for a little while?”

“Yes Marmee, I’ll go put her in there right now,” and with an excited look on her young face, Meg ran up the attic stairs full with the eager anticipation of ‘growing up’.

“Oh, they do grow up so fast, soon she won’t be my own girl anymore” mused Marmee to herself.

Meg ran down the stairs just excitedly as she had before, happy with the naïve thought that she was growing up (a.n sigh) quite nicely and that she would soon be rid of all her childish ways. A ten year old Beth noticed the ‘skip in her step’ and asked why she was so happy.

“Why, dear Beth, I have left a bit of my childhood behind! I no longer want my ‘dollies’ as you call them!” And with a chuckle and a gay laugh she continued on her way.

Beth with shinning eyes, glistening with half shed tears looked up the attic stairs and thought of Meg’s doll. This particular doll was one of much beauty. For many years she had held a secret place in her heart for it. Oh, how she longed to wash the dolls pretty white (edged with an inch of crochet lace no less!) pinafore and its soft fawn coloured dress on her favourite day of the week, wash day! Then, oh, to iron the cresses out and make them all warm for the dolly to ware! From that moment onward, Beth decided she would save that doll whilst a breath was still in her body. She debated whether to go up and get it now, or wait for Meg to come back home….

When Meg came home, Beth was there. Quickly before she lost her rush of adrenalin she spurted out “Please, Meg! Can I look after your doll! She’ll be lonely! Oh, please say yes!!!”

“Dear child, what did you just ask?” asked a flustered Meg.

“Why. The doll you no longer want, that you put in your box!”

“Oh, that silly thing. Yes, if you want it so much, take it…”

“Thank you SO much” shouted an excited Beth behind her as she ran for the stairs.

(end flashback)

Meg wiped a little tear that had squeezed it’s self out from her bright blue eyes. She remembered the joy that she had had every time she saw little Beth pushing her old dolly around, knowing that she was the giver, the reason for this little bit of joy in Beth’s short life.

“I must find that doll for Daisy,” she muttered.

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Well, thankyou (if you have taken the time to read this, I much appreciate it) but you know what I would like even more, a review! They are so nice to get (even if they are horrid) because it means that someone is taking the time out of their busy lives to assist me in writting my silly things (please I BEG of you! click the button below that says 'submit review' it would make this sad pathetic excuse I call life even better!)