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"
I
wonder
if
I
shall
ever
be
happy
enough
to
have
real
lace
on
my
clothes
and
bows
on
my
caps
?
"
said
Meg
impatiently
.
"
You
said
the
other
day
that
you
’
d
be
perfectly
happy
if
you
could
only
go
to
Annie
Moffat
’
s
,
"
observed
Beth
in
her
quiet
way
.
"
So
I
did
!
Well
,
I
am
happy
,
and
I
won
’
t
fret
,
but
it
does
seem
as
if
the
more
one
gets
the
more
one
wants
,
doesn
’
t
it
?
There
now
,
the
trays
are
ready
,
and
everything
in
but
my
ball
dress
,
which
I
shall
leave
for
Mother
to
pack
,
"
said
Meg
,
cheering
up
,
as
she
glanced
from
the
half
-
filled
trunk
to
the
many
times
pressed
and
mended
white
tarlaton
,
which
she
called
her
‘
ball
dress
’
with
an
important
air
.
The
next
day
was
fine
,
and
Meg
departed
in
style
for
a
fortnight
of
novelty
and
pleasure
.
Mrs
.
March
had
consented
to
the
visit
rather
reluctantly
,
fearing
that
Margaret
would
come
back
more
discontented
than
she
went
.
But
she
begged
so
hard
,
and
Sallie
had
promised
to
take
good
care
of
her
,
and
a
little
pleasure
seemed
so
delightful
after
a
winter
of
irksome
work
that
the
mother
yielded
,
and
the
daughter
went
to
take
her
first
taste
of
fashionable
life
.
The
Moffats
were
very
fashionable
,
and
simple
Meg
was
rather
daunted
,
at
first
,
by
the
splendor
of
the
house
and
the
elegance
of
its
occupants
.
But
they
were
kindly
people
,
in
spite
of
the
frivolous
life
they
led
,
and
soon
put
their
guest
at
her
ease
.
Perhaps
Meg
felt
,
without
understanding
why
,
that
they
were
not
particularly
cultivated
or
intelligent
people
,
and
that
all
their
gilding
could
not
quite
conceal
the
ordinary
material
of
which
they
were
made
.
It
certainly
was
agreeable
to
fare
sumptuously
,
drive
in
a
fine
carriage
,
wear
her
best
frock
every
day
,
and
do
nothing
but
enjoy
herself
.
It
suited
her
exactly
,
and
soon
she
began
to
imitate
the
manners
and
conversation
of
those
about
her
,
to
put
on
little
airs
and
graces
,
use
French
phrases
,
crimp
her
hair
,
take
in
her
dresses
,
and
talk
about
the
fashions
as
well
as
she
could
.
The
more
she
saw
of
Annie
Moffat
’
s
pretty
things
,
the
more
she
envied
her
and
sighed
to
be
rich
.
Home
now
looked
bare
and
dismal
as
she
thought
of
it
,
work
grew
harder
than
ever
,
and
she
felt
that
she
was
a
very
destitute
and
much
-
injured
girl
,
in
spite
of
the
new
gloves
and
silk
stockings
.
She
had
not
much
time
for
repining
,
however
,
for
the
three
young
girls
were
busily
employed
in
‘
having
a
good
time
’
.
They
shopped
,
walked
,
rode
,
and
called
all
day
,
went
to
theaters
and
operas
or
frolicked
at
home
in
the
evening
,
for
Annie
had
many
friends
and
knew
how
to
entertain
them
.
Her
older
sisters
were
very
fine
young
ladies
,
and
one
was
engaged
,
which
was
extremely
interesting
and
romantic
,
Meg
thought
.
Mr
.
Moffat
was
a
fat
,
jolly
old
gentleman
,
who
knew
her
father
,
and
Mrs
.
Moffat
,
a
fat
,
jolly
old
lady
,
who
took
as
great
a
fancy
to
Meg
as
her
daughter
had
done
.
Everyone
petted
her
,
and
‘
Daisey
’
,
as
they
called
her
,
was
in
a
fair
way
to
have
her
head
turned
.
When
the
evening
for
the
small
party
came
,
she
found
that
the
poplin
wouldn
’
t
do
at
all
,
for
the
other
girls
were
putting
on
thin
dresses
and
making
themselves
very
fine
indeed
.
So
out
came
the
tarlatan
,
looking
older
,
limper
,
and
shabbier
than
ever
beside
Sallie
’
s
crisp
new
one
.
Meg
saw
the
girls
glance
at
it
and
then
at
one
another
,
and
her
cheeks
began
to
burn
,
for
with
all
her
gentleness
she
was
very
proud
.
No
one
said
a
word
about
it
,
but
Sallie
offered
to
dress
her
hair
,
and
Annie
to
tie
her
sash
,
and
Belle
,
the
engaged
sister
,
praised
her
white
arms
.
But
in
their
kindness
Meg
saw
only
pity
for
her
poverty
,
and
her
heart
felt
very
heavy
as
she
stood
by
herself
,
while
the
others
laughed
,
chattered
,
and
flew
about
like
gauzy
butterflies
.
The
hard
,
bitter
feeling
was
getting
pretty
bad
,
when
the
maid
brought
in
a
box
of
flowers
.
Before
she
could
speak
,
Annie
had
the
cover
off
,
and
all
were
exclaiming
at
the
lovely
roses
,
heath
,
and
fern
within
.
"
It
’
s
for
Belle
,
of
course
,
George
always
sends
her
some
,
but
these
are
altogether
ravishing
,
"
cried
Annie
,
with
a
great
sniff
.
