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"
Yes
,
yes
,
spandy
nice
,
and
Meg
has
cologne
on
hers
,
"
cried
Jo
,
adding
with
a
laugh
as
they
went
on
,
"
I
do
believe
Marmee
would
ask
that
if
we
were
all
running
away
from
an
earthquake
.
"
"
It
is
one
of
her
aristocratic
tastes
,
and
quite
proper
,
for
a
real
lady
is
always
known
by
neat
boots
,
gloves
,
and
handkerchief
,
"
replied
Meg
,
who
had
a
good
many
little
‘
aristocratic
tastes
’
of
her
own
.
"
Now
don
’
t
forget
to
keep
the
bad
breadth
out
of
sight
,
Jo
.
Is
my
sash
right
?
And
does
my
hair
look
very
bad
?
"
said
Meg
,
as
she
turned
from
the
glass
in
Mrs
.
Gardiner
’
s
dressing
room
after
a
prolonged
prink
.
"
I
know
I
shall
forget
.
If
you
see
me
doing
anything
wrong
,
just
remind
me
by
a
wink
,
will
you
?
"
returned
Jo
,
giving
her
collar
a
twitch
and
her
head
a
hasty
brush
.
"
No
,
winking
isn
’
t
ladylike
.
I
’
ll
lift
my
eyebrows
if
any
thing
is
wrong
,
and
nod
if
you
are
all
right
.
Now
hold
your
shoulder
straight
,
and
take
short
steps
,
and
don
’
t
shake
hands
if
you
are
introduced
to
anyone
.
It
isn
’
t
the
thing
.
"
"
How
do
you
learn
all
the
proper
ways
?
I
never
can
.
Isn
’
t
that
music
gay
?
"
Down
they
went
,
feeling
a
trifle
timid
,
for
they
seldom
went
to
parties
,
and
informal
as
this
little
gathering
was
,
it
was
an
event
to
them
.
Mrs
.
Gardiner
,
a
stately
old
lady
,
greeted
them
kindly
and
handed
them
over
to
the
eldest
of
her
six
daughters
.
Meg
knew
Sallie
and
was
at
her
ease
very
soon
,
but
Jo
,
who
didn
’
t
care
much
for
girls
or
girlish
gossip
,
stood
about
,
with
her
back
carefully
against
the
wall
,
and
felt
as
much
out
of
place
as
a
colt
in
a
flower
garden
.
Half
a
dozen
jovial
lads
were
talking
about
skates
in
another
part
of
the
room
,
and
she
longed
to
go
and
join
them
,
for
skating
was
one
of
the
joys
of
her
life
.
She
telegraphed
her
wish
to
Meg
,
but
the
eyebrows
went
up
so
alarmingly
that
she
dared
not
stir
.
No
one
came
to
talk
to
her
,
and
one
by
one
the
group
dwindled
away
till
she
was
left
alone
.
She
could
not
roam
about
and
amuse
herself
,
for
the
burned
breadth
would
show
,
so
she
stared
at
people
rather
forlornly
till
the
dancing
began
.
Meg
was
asked
at
once
,
and
the
tight
slippers
tripped
about
so
briskly
that
none
would
have
guessed
the
pain
their
wearer
suffered
smilingly
.
Jo
saw
a
big
red
headed
youth
approaching
her
corner
,
and
fearing
he
meant
to
engage
her
,
she
slipped
into
a
curtained
recess
,
intending
to
peep
and
enjoy
herself
in
peace
.
Unfortunately
,
another
bashful
person
had
chosen
the
same
refuge
,
for
,
as
the
curtain
fell
behind
her
,
she
found
herself
face
to
face
with
the
‘
Laurence
boy
’
.
"
Dear
me
,
I
didn
’
t
know
anyone
was
here
!
"
stammered
Jo
,
preparing
to
back
out
as
speedily
as
she
had
bounced
in
.
But
the
boy
laughed
and
said
pleasantly
,
though
he
looked
a
little
startled
,
"
Don
’
t
mind
me
,
stay
if
you
like
.
"
