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Oh
,
why
should
we
stand
thus
coldly
apart
?
he
looked
at
Meg
with
such
a
lackadiasical
expression
that
she
laughed
outright
and
spoiled
his
song
.
"
How
can
you
be
so
cruel
to
me
?
"
he
whispered
,
under
cover
of
a
lively
chorus
.
"
You
’
ve
kept
close
to
that
starched
-
up
Englishwoman
all
day
,
and
now
you
snub
me
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
,
but
you
looked
so
funny
I
really
couldn
’
t
help
it
,
"
replied
Meg
,
passing
over
the
first
part
of
his
reproach
,
for
it
was
quite
true
that
she
had
shunned
him
,
remembering
the
Moffat
party
and
the
talk
after
it
Ned
was
offended
and
turned
to
Sallie
for
consolation
,
saying
to
her
rather
pettishly
,
"
There
isn
’
t
a
bit
of
flirt
in
that
girl
,
is
there
?
"
"
Not
a
particle
,
but
she
’
s
a
dear
,
"
returned
Sallie
,
defending
her
friend
even
while
confessing
her
shortcomings
.
"
She
’
s
not
a
stricken
deer
anyway
,
"
said
Ned
,
trying
to
be
witty
,
and
succeeding
as
well
as
very
young
gentlemen
usually
do
.
On
the
lawn
where
it
had
gathered
,
the
little
party
separated
with
cordial
good
nights
and
good
-
byes
,
for
the
Vaughns
were
going
to
Canada
.
As
the
four
sisters
went
home
through
the
garden
,
Miss
Kate
looked
after
them
,
saying
,
without
the
patronizing
tone
in
her
voice
,
"
In
spite
of
their
demonstrative
manners
,
American
girls
are
very
nice
when
one
knows
them
.
"
"
I
quite
agree
with
you
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
.
Laurie
lay
luxuriously
swinging
to
and
fro
in
his
hammock
one
warm
September
afternoon
,
wondering
what
his
neighbors
were
about
,
but
too
lazy
to
go
and
find
out
.
He
was
in
one
of
his
moods
,
for
the
day
had
been
both
unprofitable
and
unsatisfactory
,
and
he
was
wishing
he
could
live
it
over
again
.
The
hot
weather
made
him
indolent
,
and
he
had
shirked
his
studies
,
tried
Mr
.
Brooke
’
s
patience
to
the
utmost
,
displeased
his
grandfather
by
practicing
half
the
afternoon
,
frightened
the
maidservants
half
out
of
their
wits
by
mischievously
hinting
that
one
of
his
dogs
was
going
mad
,
and
,
after
high
words
with
the
stableman
about
some
fancied
neglect
of
his
horse
,
he
had
flung
himself
into
his
hammock
to
fume
over
the
stupidity
of
the
world
in
general
,
till
the
peace
of
the
lovely
day
quieted
him
in
spite
of
himself
.
Staring
up
into
the
green
gloom
of
the
horse
-
chestnut
trees
above
him
,
he
dreamed
dreams
of
all
sorts
,
and
was
just
imagining
himself
tossing
on
the
ocean
in
a
voyage
round
the
world
,
when
the
sound
of
voices
brought
him
ashore
in
a
flash
.
Peeping
through
the
meshes
of
the
hammock
,
he
saw
the
Marches
coming
out
,
as
if
bound
on
some
expedition
.
