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The
twins
pranced
behind
,
feeling
that
the
millennium
was
at
hand
,
for
everyone
was
so
busy
with
the
newcomers
that
they
were
left
to
revel
at
their
own
sweet
will
,
and
you
may
be
sure
they
made
the
most
of
the
opportunity
.
Didn
’
t
they
steal
sips
of
tea
,
stuff
gingerbread
ad
libitum
,
get
a
hot
biscuit
apiece
,
and
as
a
crowning
trespass
,
didn
’
t
they
each
whisk
a
captivating
little
tart
into
their
tiny
pockets
,
there
to
stick
and
crumble
treacherously
,
teaching
them
that
both
human
nature
and
a
pastry
are
frail
?
Burdened
with
the
guilty
consciousness
of
the
sequestered
tarts
,
and
fearing
that
Dodo
’
s
sharp
eyes
would
pierce
the
thin
disguise
of
cambric
and
merino
which
hid
their
booty
,
the
little
sinners
attached
themselves
to
‘
Dranpa
’
,
who
hadn
’
t
his
spectacles
on
.
Amy
,
who
was
handed
about
like
refreshments
,
returned
to
the
parlor
on
Father
Laurence
’
s
arm
.
The
others
paired
off
as
before
,
and
this
arrangement
left
Jo
companionless
.
She
did
not
mind
it
at
the
minute
,
for
she
lingered
to
answer
Hannah
’
s
eager
inquiry
.
"
Will
Miss
Amy
ride
in
her
coop
(
coupe
)
,
and
use
all
them
lovely
silver
dishes
that
’
s
stored
away
over
yander
?
"
"
Shouldn
’
t
wonder
if
she
drove
six
white
horses
,
ate
off
gold
plate
,
and
wore
diamonds
and
point
lace
every
day
.
Teddy
thinks
nothing
too
good
for
her
,
"
returned
Jo
with
infinite
satisfaction
.
"
No
more
there
is
!
Will
you
have
hash
or
fishballs
for
breakfast
?
"
asked
Hannah
,
who
wisely
mingled
poetry
and
prose
.
"
I
don
’
t
care
,
"
and
Jo
shut
the
door
,
feeling
that
food
was
an
uncongenial
topic
just
then
.
She
stood
a
minute
looking
at
the
party
vanishing
above
,
and
as
Demi
’
s
short
plaid
legs
toiled
up
the
last
stair
,
a
sudden
sense
of
loneliness
came
over
her
so
strongly
that
she
looked
about
her
with
dim
eyes
,
as
if
to
find
something
to
lean
upon
,
for
even
Teddy
had
deserted
her
.
If
she
had
known
what
birthday
gift
was
coming
every
minute
nearer
and
nearer
,
she
would
not
have
said
to
herself
,
"
I
’
ll
weep
a
little
weep
when
I
go
to
bed
.
It
won
’
t
do
to
be
dismal
now
.
"
Then
she
drew
her
hand
over
her
eyes
,
for
one
of
her
boyish
habits
was
never
to
know
where
her
handkerchief
was
,
and
had
just
managed
to
call
up
a
smile
when
there
came
a
knock
at
the
porch
door
.
She
opened
with
hospitable
haste
,
and
started
as
if
another
ghost
had
come
to
surprise
her
,
for
there
stood
a
tall
bearded
gentleman
,
beaming
on
her
from
the
darkness
like
a
midnight
sun
.
"
Oh
,
Mr
.
Bhaer
,
I
am
so
glad
to
see
you
!
"
cried
Jo
,
with
a
clutch
,
as
if
she
feared
the
night
would
swallow
him
up
before
she
could
get
him
in
.
"
And
I
to
see
Miss
Marsch
,
but
no
,
you
haf
a
party
,
"
and
the
Professor
paused
as
the
sound
of
voices
and
the
tap
of
dancing
feet
came
down
to
them
.
