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"
Thou
shouldst
save
some
for
the
little
friend
.
Sweets
to
the
sweet
,
mannling
,
"
and
Mr
.
Bhaer
offered
Jo
some
,
with
a
look
that
made
her
wonder
if
chocolate
was
not
the
nectar
drunk
by
the
gods
.
Demi
also
saw
the
smile
,
was
impressed
by
it
,
and
artlessy
inquired
.
.
.
"
Do
great
boys
like
great
girls
,
to
,
‘
Fessor
?
"
Like
young
Washington
,
Mr
.
Bhaer
‘
couldn
’
t
tell
a
lie
’
,
so
he
gave
the
somewhat
vague
reply
that
he
believed
they
did
sometimes
,
in
a
tone
that
made
Mr
.
March
put
down
his
clothesbrush
,
glance
at
Jo
’
s
retiring
face
,
and
then
sink
into
his
chair
,
looking
as
if
the
‘
precocious
chick
’
had
put
an
idea
into
his
head
that
was
both
sweet
and
sour
Why
Dodo
,
when
she
caught
him
in
the
china
closet
half
an
hour
afterward
,
nearly
squeezed
the
breath
out
of
his
little
body
with
a
tender
embrace
,
instead
of
shaking
him
for
being
there
,
and
why
she
followed
up
this
novel
performance
by
the
unexpected
gift
of
a
big
slice
of
bread
and
jelly
,
remained
one
of
the
problems
over
which
Demi
puzzled
his
small
wits
,
and
was
forced
to
leave
unsolved
forever
.
While
Laurie
and
Amy
were
taking
conjugal
strolls
over
velvet
carpets
,
as
they
set
their
house
in
order
,
and
planned
a
blissful
future
,
Mr
.
Bhaer
and
Jo
were
enjoying
promenades
of
a
different
sort
,
along
muddy
roads
and
sodden
fields
.
"
I
always
do
take
a
walk
toward
evening
,
and
I
don
’
t
know
why
I
should
give
it
up
,
just
because
I
happen
to
meet
the
Professor
on
his
way
out
,
"
said
Jo
to
herself
,
after
two
or
three
encounters
,
for
though
there
were
two
paths
to
Meg
’
s
whichever
one
she
took
she
was
sure
to
meet
him
,
either
going
or
returning
.
He
was
always
walking
rapidly
,
and
never
seemed
to
see
her
until
quite
close
,
when
he
would
look
as
if
his
short
-
sighted
eyes
had
failed
to
recognize
the
approaching
lady
till
that
moment
.
Then
,
if
she
was
going
to
Meg
’
s
he
always
had
something
for
the
babies
.
If
her
face
was
turned
homeward
,
he
had
merely
strolled
down
to
see
the
river
,
and
was
just
returning
,
unless
they
were
tired
of
his
frequent
calls
.
Under
the
circumstances
,
what
could
Jo
do
but
greet
him
civilly
,
and
invite
him
in
?
If
she
was
tired
of
his
visits
,
she
concealed
her
weariness
with
perfect
skill
,
and
took
care
that
there
should
be
coffee
for
supper
,
"
as
Friedrich
—
I
mean
Mr
.
Bhaer
—
doesn
’
t
like
tea
.
"
By
the
second
week
,
everyone
knew
perfectly
well
what
was
going
on
,
yet
everyone
tried
to
look
as
if
they
were
stone
-
blind
to
the
changes
in
Jo
’
s
face
.
They
never
asked
why
she
sang
about
her
work
,
did
up
her
hair
three
times
a
day
,
and
got
so
blooming
with
her
evening
exercise
.
And
no
one
seemed
to
have
the
slightest
suspicion
that
Professor
Bhaer
,
while
talking
philosophy
with
the
father
,
was
giving
the
daughter
lessons
in
love
.
Jo
couldn
’
t
even
lose
her
heart
in
a
decorous
manner
,
but
sternly
tried
to
quench
her
feelings
,
and
failing
to
do
so
,
led
a
somewhat
agitated
life
.
She
was
mortally
afraid
of
being
laughed
at
for
surrendering
,
after
her
many
and
vehement
declarations
of
independence
.
Laurie
was
her
especial
dread
,
but
thanks
to
the
new
manager
,
he
behaved
with
praiseworthy
propriety
,
never
called
Mr
.
Bhaer
‘
a
capital
old
fellow
’
in
public
,
never
alluded
,
in
the
remotest
manner
,
to
Jo
’
s
improved
appearance
,
or
expressed
the
least
surprise
at
seeing
the
Professor
’
s
hat
on
the
Marches
’
table
nearly
every
evening
.
But
he
exulted
in
private
and
longed
for
the
time
to
come
when
he
could
give
Jo
a
piece
of
plate
,
with
a
bear
and
a
ragged
staff
on
it
as
an
appropriate
coat
of
arms
.
