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"
They
are
for
Miss
March
,
the
man
said
.
And
here
’
s
a
note
,
"
put
in
the
maid
,
holding
it
to
Meg
.
"
What
fun
!
Who
are
they
from
?
Didn
’
t
know
you
had
a
lover
,
"
cried
the
girls
,
fluttering
about
Meg
in
a
high
state
of
curiosity
and
surprise
.
"
The
note
is
from
Mother
,
and
the
flowers
from
Laurie
,
"
said
Meg
simply
,
yet
much
gratified
that
he
had
not
forgotten
her
.
"
Oh
,
indeed
!
"
said
Annie
with
a
funny
look
,
as
Meg
slipped
the
note
into
her
pocket
as
a
sort
of
talisman
against
envy
,
vanity
,
and
false
pride
,
for
the
few
loving
words
had
done
her
good
,
and
the
flowers
cheered
her
up
by
their
beauty
.
Feeling
almost
happy
again
,
she
laid
by
a
few
ferns
and
roses
for
herself
,
and
quickly
made
up
the
rest
in
dainty
bouquets
for
the
breasts
,
hair
,
or
skirts
of
her
friends
,
offering
them
so
prettily
that
Clara
,
the
elder
sister
,
told
her
she
was
‘
the
sweetest
little
thing
she
ever
saw
’
,
and
they
looked
quite
charmed
with
her
small
attention
.
Somehow
the
kind
act
finished
her
despondency
,
and
when
all
the
rest
went
to
show
themselves
to
Mrs
.
Moffat
,
she
saw
a
happy
,
bright
-
eyed
face
in
the
mirror
,
as
she
laid
her
ferns
against
her
rippling
hair
and
fastened
the
roses
in
the
dress
that
didn
’
t
strike
her
as
so
very
shabby
now
.
She
enjoyed
herself
very
much
that
evening
,
for
she
danced
to
her
heart
’
s
content
.
Everyone
was
very
kind
,
and
she
had
three
compliments
.
Annie
made
her
sing
,
and
some
one
said
she
had
a
remarkably
fine
voice
.
Major
Lincoln
asked
who
‘
the
fresh
little
girl
with
the
beautiful
eyes
’
was
,
and
Mr
.
Moffat
insisted
on
dancing
with
her
because
she
‘
didn
’
t
dawdle
,
but
had
some
spring
in
her
’
,
as
he
gracefully
expressed
it
.
So
altogether
she
had
a
very
nice
time
,
till
she
overheard
a
bit
of
conversation
,
which
disturbed
her
extremely
.
She
was
sitting
just
inside
the
conservatory
,
waiting
for
her
partner
to
bring
her
an
ice
,
when
she
heard
a
voice
ask
on
the
other
side
of
the
flowery
wall
.
.
.
"
How
old
is
he
?
"
"
Sixteen
or
seventeen
,
I
should
say
,
"
replied
another
voice
.
"
It
would
be
a
grand
thing
for
one
of
those
girls
,
wouldn
’
t
it
?
Sallie
says
they
are
very
intimate
now
,
and
the
old
man
quite
dotes
on
them
.
"
