Chapter 8: VII

VII Amy’s Valley of Humiliation “That boy is a perfect Cyclops, isn’t he?” said Amy, one day, as Laurie clattered by on horseback, with a flourish of his whip as he passed. “How dare you say so, when he’s got both his eyes? and very handsome ones they are, too,” cried Jo, who resented any slighting remarks about her friend. “I didn’t say anything about his eyes, and I don’t see why you need fire up when I admire his riding.” “Oh, my goodness! that little goose means a centaur, an…