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Up
went
a
handful
of
soft
snow
,
and
the
head
turned
at
once
,
showing
a
face
which
lost
its
listless
look
in
a
minute
,
as
the
big
eyes
brightened
and
the
mouth
began
to
smile
.
Jo
nodded
and
laughed
,
and
flourished
her
broom
as
she
called
out
.
.
.
"
How
do
you
do
?
Are
you
sick
?
"
Laurie
opened
the
window
,
and
croaked
out
as
hoarsely
as
a
raven
.
.
.
"
Better
,
thank
you
.
I
’
ve
had
a
bad
cold
,
and
been
shut
up
a
week
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
What
do
you
amuse
yourself
with
?
"
"
Nothing
.
It
’
s
dull
as
tombs
up
here
.
"
"
Don
’
t
you
read
?
"
"
Not
much
.
They
won
’
t
let
me
.
"
"
Can
’
t
somebody
read
to
you
?
"
"
Grandpa
does
sometimes
,
but
my
books
don
’
t
interest
him
,
and
I
hate
to
ask
Brooke
all
the
time
.
"
