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"
Going
out
for
exercise
,
"
answered
Jo
with
a
mischievous
twinkle
in
her
eyes
.
"
I
should
think
two
long
walks
this
morning
would
have
been
enough
!
It
’
s
cold
and
dull
out
,
and
I
advise
you
to
stay
warm
and
dry
by
the
fire
,
as
I
do
,
"
said
Meg
with
a
shiver
.
"
Never
take
advice
!
Can
’
t
keep
still
all
day
,
and
not
being
a
pussycat
,
I
don
’
t
like
to
doze
by
the
fire
.
I
like
adventures
,
and
I
’
m
going
to
find
some
.
"
Meg
went
back
to
toast
her
feet
and
read
Ivanhoe
,
and
Jo
began
to
dig
paths
with
great
energy
.
The
snow
was
light
,
and
with
her
broom
she
soon
swept
a
path
all
round
the
garden
,
for
Beth
to
walk
in
when
the
sun
came
out
and
the
invalid
dolls
needed
air
.
Now
,
the
garden
separated
the
Marches
’
house
from
that
of
Mr
.
Laurence
.
Both
stood
in
a
suburb
of
the
city
,
which
was
still
country
-
like
,
with
groves
and
lawns
,
large
gardens
,
and
quiet
streets
.
A
low
hedge
parted
the
two
estates
.
On
one
side
was
an
old
,
brown
house
,
looking
rather
bare
and
shabby
,
robbed
of
the
vines
that
in
summer
covered
its
walls
and
the
flowers
,
which
then
surrounded
it
.
On
the
other
side
was
a
stately
stone
mansion
,
plainly
betokening
every
sort
of
comfort
and
luxury
,
from
the
big
coach
house
and
well
-
kept
grounds
to
the
conservatory
and
the
glimpses
of
lovely
things
one
caught
between
the
rich
curtains
.
Yet
it
seemed
a
lonely
,
lifeless
sort
of
house
,
for
no
children
frolicked
on
the
lawn
,
no
motherly
face
ever
smiled
at
the
windows
,
and
few
people
went
in
and
out
,
except
the
old
gentleman
and
his
grandson
.
To
Jo
’
s
lively
fancy
,
this
fine
house
seemed
a
kind
of
enchanted
palace
,
full
of
splendors
and
delights
which
no
one
enjoyed
.
She
had
long
wanted
to
behold
these
hidden
glories
,
and
to
know
the
Laurence
boy
,
who
looked
as
if
he
would
like
to
be
known
,
if
he
only
knew
how
to
begin
.
Since
the
party
,
she
had
been
more
eager
than
ever
,
and
had
planned
many
ways
of
making
friends
with
him
,
but
he
had
not
been
seen
lately
,
and
Jo
began
to
think
he
had
gone
away
,
when
she
one
day
spied
a
brown
face
at
an
upper
window
,
looking
wistfully
down
into
their
garden
,
where
Beth
and
Amy
were
snow
-
balling
one
another
.
"
That
boy
is
suffering
for
society
and
fun
,
"
she
said
to
herself
.
"
His
grandpa
does
not
know
what
’
s
good
for
him
,
and
keeps
him
shut
up
all
alone
.
He
needs
a
party
of
jolly
boys
to
play
with
,
or
somebody
young
and
lively
.
I
’
ve
a
great
mind
to
go
over
and
tell
the
old
gentleman
so
!
"
The
idea
amused
Jo
,
who
liked
to
do
daring
things
and
was
always
scandalizing
Meg
by
her
queer
performances
.
The
plan
of
‘
going
over
’
was
not
forgotten
.
And
when
the
snowy
afternoon
came
,
Jo
resolved
to
try
what
could
be
done
.
She
saw
Mr
.
Lawrence
drive
off
,
and
then
sallied
out
to
dig
her
way
down
to
the
hedge
,
where
she
paused
and
took
a
survey
.
All
quiet
,
curtains
down
at
the
lower
windows
,
servants
out
of
sight
,
and
nothing
human
visible
but
a
curly
black
head
leaning
on
a
thin
hand
at
the
upper
window
.
"
There
he
is
,
"
thought
Jo
,
"
Poor
boy
!
All
alone
and
sick
this
dismal
day
.
It
’
s
a
shame
!
I
’
ll
toss
up
a
snowball
and
make
him
look
out
,
and
then
say
a
kind
word
to
him
.
"
