PART 1
9. CHAPTER NINE
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Meg smiled and relented, and whispered as they stood waiting
to catch the time, "Take care my skirt doesn't trip you up. It's
the plague of my life and I was a goose to wear it."
"Pin it round your neck, and then it will be useful," said
Laurie, looking down at the little blue boots, which he evidently
approved of.
Away they went fleetly and gracefully, for having practiced
at home, they were well matched, and the blithe young couple were
a pleasant sight to see, as they twirled merrily round and round,
feeling more friendly than ever after their small tiff.
"Laurie, I want you to do me a favor, will you?' said Meg,
as he stood fanning her when her breath gave out, which it did
very soon though she would not own why.
"Won't I!" said Laurie, with alacrity.
"Please don't tell them at home about my dress tonight.
They won't understand the joke, and it will worry Mother.'
"Then why did you do it?" said Laurie's eyes, so plainly
that Meg hastily added...
"I shall tell them myself all about it, and `fess' to Mother
how silly I've been. But I'd rather do it myself. So you'll not
tell, will you?"
"I give you my word I won't, only what shall I say when
they ask me?"
"Just say I looked pretty well and was having a good time."
"I'll say the first with all my heart, but how about the
other? You don't look as if you were having a good time. Are
you?' And Laurie looked at her with an expression which made her
answer in a whisper...
"No, not just now. Don't think I'm horrid. I only wanted
a little fun, but this sort doesn't pay, I find, and I'm getting
tired of it."
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