Oh, Mother, what shall I do?
What shall I do ?" cried poor Jo, in despair.
"Watch and pray, dear, never get tired of trying, and never think it is impossible to conquer your fault," said Mrs.March, drawing the blowzy head to her shoulder and kissing the wet cheek so tenderly that Jo cried even harder.
"You don't know, you can't guess how bad it is! It seems as if I could do anything when I'm in a passion.

I get so savage, I could hurt anyone and enjoy it.

I'm afraid I shall do something dreadful some day, and spoil my life, and make everybody hate me.

Oh, Mother, help me, do help me!" "I will, my child, I will.

Don't cry so bitterly, but remember this day, and resolve with all your soul that you will never know another like it.