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"
He
’
s
a
born
Weller
,
"
laughed
Jo
,
as
her
parent
gathered
himself
up
,
and
her
nephew
tried
to
stand
on
his
head
,
as
the
only
mode
of
expressing
his
satisfaction
that
school
was
over
.
"
What
have
you
been
at
today
,
bubchen
?
"
asked
Mr
.
Bhaer
,
picking
up
the
gymnast
.
"
Me
went
to
see
little
Mary
.
"
"
And
what
did
you
there
?
"
"
I
kissed
her
,
"
began
Demi
,
with
artless
frankness
.
"
Prut
!
Thou
beginnest
early
.
What
did
the
little
Mary
say
to
that
?
"
asked
Mr
.
Bhaer
,
continuing
to
confess
the
young
sinner
,
who
stood
upon
the
knee
,
exploring
the
waistcoat
pocket
.
"
Oh
,
she
liked
it
,
and
she
kissed
me
,
and
I
liked
it
.
Don
’
t
little
boys
like
little
girls
?
"
asked
Demi
,
with
his
mouth
full
,
and
an
air
of
bland
satisfaction
.
"
You
precocious
chick
!
Who
put
that
into
your
head
?
"
said
Jo
,
enjoying
the
innocent
revelation
as
much
as
the
Professor
.
"
‘
Tisn
’
t
in
mine
head
,
it
’
s
in
mine
mouf
,
"
answered
literal
Demi
,
putting
out
his
tongue
,
with
a
chocolate
drop
on
it
,
thinking
she
alluded
to
confectionery
,
not
ideas
.
