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"
What
in
the
world
are
those
girls
about
now
?
"
thought
Laurie
,
opening
his
sleepy
eyes
to
take
a
good
look
,
for
there
was
something
rather
peculiar
in
the
appearance
of
his
neighbors
.
Each
wore
a
large
,
flapping
hat
,
a
brown
linen
pouch
slung
over
one
shoulder
,
and
carried
a
long
staff
.
Meg
had
a
cushion
,
Jo
a
book
,
Beth
a
basket
,
and
Amy
a
portfolio
.
All
walked
quietly
through
the
garden
,
out
at
the
little
back
gate
,
and
began
to
climb
the
hill
that
lay
between
the
house
and
river
.
"
Well
,
that
’
s
cool
,
"
said
Laurie
to
himself
,
"
to
have
a
picnic
and
never
ask
me
!
They
can
’
t
be
going
in
the
boat
,
for
they
haven
’
t
got
the
key
.
Perhaps
they
forgot
it
.
I
’
ll
take
it
to
them
,
and
see
what
’
s
going
on
.
"
Though
possessed
of
half
a
dozen
hats
,
it
took
him
some
time
to
find
one
,
then
there
was
a
hunt
for
the
key
,
which
was
at
last
discovered
in
his
pocket
,
so
that
the
girls
were
quite
out
of
sight
when
he
leaped
the
fence
and
ran
after
them
.
Taking
the
shortest
way
to
the
boathouse
,
he
waited
for
them
to
appear
,
but
no
one
came
,
and
he
went
up
the
hill
to
take
an
observation
.
A
grove
of
pines
covered
one
part
of
it
,
and
from
the
heart
of
this
green
spot
came
a
clearer
sound
than
the
soft
sigh
of
the
pines
or
the
drowsy
chirp
of
the
crickets
.
"
Here
’
s
a
landscape
!
"
thought
Laurie
,
peeping
through
the
bushes
,
and
looking
wide
-
awake
and
good
-
natured
already
.
It
was
a
rather
pretty
little
picture
,
for
the
sisters
sat
together
in
the
shady
nook
,
with
sun
and
shadow
flickering
over
them
,
the
aromatic
wind
lifting
their
hair
and
cooling
their
hot
cheeks
,
and
all
the
little
wood
people
going
on
with
their
affairs
as
if
these
were
no
strangers
but
old
friends
.
Meg
sat
upon
her
cushion
,
sewing
daintily
with
her
white
hands
,
and
looking
as
fresh
and
sweet
as
a
rose
in
her
pink
dress
among
the
green
.
Beth
was
sorting
the
cones
that
lay
thick
under
the
hemlock
near
by
,
for
she
made
pretty
things
with
them
.
Amy
was
sketching
a
group
of
ferns
,
and
Jo
was
knitting
as
she
read
aloud
.
A
shadow
passed
over
the
boy
’
s
face
as
he
watched
them
,
feeling
that
he
ought
to
go
away
because
uninvited
;
yet
lingering
because
home
seemed
very
lonely
and
this
quiet
party
in
the
woods
most
attractive
to
his
restless
spirit
.
He
stood
so
still
that
a
squirrel
,
busy
with
its
harvesting
,
ran
down
a
pine
close
beside
him
,
saw
him
suddenly
and
skipped
back
,
scolding
so
shrilly
that
Beth
looked
up
,
espied
the
wistful
face
behind
the
birches
,
and
beckoned
with
a
reassuring
smile
.
"
May
I
come
in
,
please
?
Or
shall
I
be
a
bother
?
"
he
asked
,
advancing
slowly
.
Meg
lifted
her
eyebrows
,
but
Jo
scowled
at
her
defiantly
and
said
at
once
,
"
Of
course
you
may
.
We
should
have
asked
you
before
,
only
we
thought
you
wouldn
’
t
care
for
such
a
girl
’
s
game
as
this
.
"
"
I
always
like
your
games
,
but
if
Meg
doesn
’
t
want
me
,
I
’
ll
go
away
.
"
