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"
Your
deer
are
much
prettier
than
our
ugly
buffaloes
,
"
she
said
,
turning
to
the
prairies
for
help
and
feeling
glad
that
she
had
read
one
of
the
boys
’
books
in
which
Jo
delighted
.
Buffaloes
proved
soothing
and
satisfactory
,
and
in
her
eagerness
to
amuse
another
,
Beth
forgot
herself
,
and
was
quite
unconscious
of
her
sisters
’
surprise
and
delight
at
the
unusual
spectacle
of
Beth
talking
away
to
one
of
the
dreadful
boys
,
against
whom
she
had
begged
protection
.
"
Bless
her
heart
!
She
pities
him
,
so
she
is
good
to
him
,
"
said
Jo
,
beaming
at
her
from
the
croquet
ground
.
"
I
always
said
she
was
a
little
saint
,
"
added
Meg
,
as
if
there
could
be
no
further
doubt
of
it
.
"
I
haven
’
t
heard
Frank
laugh
so
much
for
ever
so
long
,
"
said
Grace
to
Amy
,
as
they
sat
discussing
dolls
and
making
tea
sets
out
of
the
acorn
cups
.
"
My
sister
Beth
is
a
very
fastidious
girl
,
when
she
likes
to
be
,
"
said
Amy
,
well
pleased
at
Beth
’
s
success
.
She
meant
‘
facinating
’
,
but
as
Grace
didn
’
t
know
the
exact
meaning
of
either
word
,
fastidious
sounded
well
and
made
a
good
impression
.
An
impromptu
circus
,
fox
and
geese
,
and
an
amicable
game
of
croquet
finished
the
afternoon
.
At
sunset
the
tent
was
struck
,
hampers
packed
,
wickets
pulled
up
,
boats
loaded
,
and
the
whole
party
floated
down
the
river
,
singing
at
the
tops
of
their
voices
.
Ned
,
getting
sentimental
,
warbled
a
serenade
with
the
pensive
refrain
.
.
.
Alone
,
alone
,
ah
!
Woe
,
alone
,
and
at
the
lines
.
.
.
We
each
are
young
,
we
each
have
a
heart
,
