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"
Should
we
no
do
a
little
what
you
call
shopping
for
the
babies
,
and
haf
a
farewell
feast
tonight
if
I
go
for
my
last
call
at
your
so
pleasant
home
?
"
he
asked
,
stopping
before
a
window
full
of
fruit
and
flowers
.
"
What
will
we
buy
?
"
asked
Jo
,
ignoring
the
latter
part
of
his
speech
,
and
sniffing
the
mingled
odors
with
an
affectation
of
delight
as
they
went
in
.
"
May
they
haf
oranges
and
figs
?
"
asked
Mr
.
Bhaer
,
with
a
paternal
air
.
"
They
eat
them
when
they
can
get
them
.
"
"
Do
you
care
for
nuts
?
"
"
Like
a
squirrel
.
"
"
Hamburg
grapes
.
Yes
,
we
shall
drink
to
the
Fatherland
in
those
?
"
Jo
frowned
upon
that
piece
of
extravagance
,
and
asked
why
he
didn
’
t
buy
a
frail
of
dates
,
a
cask
of
raisins
,
and
a
bag
of
almonds
,
and
be
done
with
it
?
Whereat
Mr
.
Bhaer
confiscated
her
purse
,
produced
his
own
,
and
finished
the
marketing
by
buying
several
pounds
of
grapes
,
a
pot
of
rosy
daisies
,
and
a
pretty
jar
of
honey
,
to
be
regarded
in
the
light
of
a
demijohn
.
Then
distorting
his
pockets
with
knobby
bundles
,
and
giving
her
the
flowers
to
hold
,
he
put
up
the
old
umbrella
,
and
they
traveled
on
again
.
"
Miss
Marsch
,
I
haf
a
great
favor
to
ask
of
you
,
"
began
the
Professor
,
after
a
moist
promenade
of
half
a
block
.
"
Yes
,
sir
?
"
and
Jo
’
s
heart
began
to
beat
so
hard
she
was
afraid
he
would
hear
it
.
