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"
That
I
’
m
not
!
"
acquiesced
Laurie
,
with
an
expression
of
humility
quite
new
to
him
,
as
he
dropped
his
eyes
and
absently
wound
Jo
’
s
apron
tassel
round
his
finger
.
"
Mercy
on
us
,
this
will
never
do
,
"
thought
Jo
,
adding
aloud
,
"
Go
and
sing
to
me
.
I
’
m
dying
for
some
music
,
and
always
like
yours
.
"
"
I
’
d
rather
stay
here
,
thank
you
.
"
"
Well
,
you
can
’
t
,
there
isn
’
t
room
.
Go
and
make
yourself
useful
,
since
you
are
too
big
to
be
ornamental
.
I
thought
you
hated
to
be
tied
to
a
woman
’
s
apron
string
?
"
retorted
Jo
,
quoting
certain
rebellious
words
of
his
own
.
"
Ah
,
that
depends
on
who
wears
the
apron
!
"
and
Laurie
gave
an
audacious
tweak
at
the
tassel
.
"
Are
you
going
?
"
demanded
Jo
,
diving
for
the
pillow
.
He
fled
at
once
,
and
the
minute
it
was
well
,
"
Up
with
the
bonnets
of
bonnie
Dundee
,
"
she
slipped
away
to
return
no
more
till
the
young
gentleman
departed
in
high
dudgeon
.
Jo
lay
long
awake
that
night
,
and
was
just
dropping
off
when
the
sound
of
a
stifled
sob
made
her
fly
to
Beth
’
s
bedside
,
with
the
anxious
inquiry
,
"
What
is
it
,
dear
?
"
"
I
thought
you
were
asleep
,
"
sobbed
Beth
.
"
Is
it
the
old
pain
,
my
precious
?
"
