Amy

"I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all," added little Amy, with an injured sniff.

"I don't believe any of you suffer as I do," cried Amy, "for you don't have to go to school with impertinent girls, who plague you if you don't know your lessons, and laugh at your dresses, and label your father if he isn't rich, and insult you when your nose isn't nice."

It's proper to use good words, and improve your vocabilary," returned Amy, with dignity.

"Jo does use such slang words!" observed Amy, with a reproving look at the long figure stretched on the rug.

"As for you, Amy," continued Meg, "you are altogether to particular and prim.

Why, just before you came in Amy said they'd never had a quarrel in the whole of their married life.

He came back to town in September to let his partner go away, and Amy stayed on in the country.

"It's lucky the furniture in the flat is in Amy's name.

Also of his truly beloved and truly loving wife, AMY, whose maiden name was DORRIT, Who survived his loss not quite forty-eight hours, And who breathed her last in the Marshalsea aforesaid.

'Thank you, sir, I am sure-- Miss;' here Young John turned the great hat round and round upon his left-hand, like a slowly twirling mouse-cage; 'Miss Amy quite well, sir?'

'Miss Amy, I am afraid I disturbed you by speaking to you.'

'Miss Amy, I took the liberty of walking this way, because Mr Dorrit chanced to mention, when I called upon him just now, that you--'