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“My child, what is it?” cried her mother, running to her, while Jo tried to take the paper which had done the mischief. “It’s all a mistake, he didn’t send it. Oh, Jo, how could you do it?” and Meg hid her face in her hands, crying as if her heart were quite broken. “Me! I’ve done nothing! What’s she talking about?” cried Jo, bewildered. Meg’s mild eyes kindled with anger as she pulled a crumpled note from her pocket and threw it at Jo, saying reproachfully, “You wrote it, and that bad boy helped you. How could you…