PART 1
11. CHAPTER ELEVEN
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"Poor little souls, they will have a hard time, I'm afraid,
but they won't suffer, and it will do them good," she said,
producing the more palatable viands with which she had provided
herself, and disposing of the bad breakfast, so that their
feelings might not be hurt, a motherly little deception for which
they were grateful.
Many were the complaints below, and great the chagrin of
the head cook at her failures. "Never mind, I'll get the dinner
and be servant, you be mistress, keep your hands nice, see
company, and give orders," said Jo, who knew still less than Meg,
about culinary affairs.
This obliging offer was gladly accepted, and Margaret retired
to the parlor, which she hastily put in order by whisking the
litter under the sofa and shutting the blinds to save the trouble
of dusting. Jo, with perfect faith in her own powers and a
friendly desire to make up the quarrel, immediately put a note in
the office, inviting Laurie to dinner.
"You'd better see what you have got before you think of having
company," said Meg, when informed of the hospitable but rash act.
"Oh, there's corned beef and plenty of poatoes, and I shall
get some asparagus and a lobster, `for a relish', as Hannah says.
We'll have lettuce and make a salad. I don't know how, but the
book tells. I'll have blancmange and strawberries for dessert,
and coffee too, if you want to be elegant."
"Don't try too many messes, Jo, for you can't make anything
but gingerbread and molasses candy fit to eat. I wash my hands
of the dinner party, and since you have asked Laurie on your own
responsibility, you may just take care of him."
"I don't want you to do anything but be civil to him and help
to the pudding. You'll give me your advice if I get in a muddle,
won't you?" asked Jo, rather hurt.
"Yes, but I don't know much, except about bread and a few
trifles. You had better ask Mother's leave before you order
anything," returned Meg prudently.
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