PART 1
14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
(continued)
"Well, she needn't get out her bandboxes yet. I'm not a
fashionable party and don't mean to be, but I do like harmless
larks now and then, don't you?"
"Yes, nobody minds them, so lark away, but don't get wild,
will you? Or there will be an end of all our good times."
"I'll be a double distilled saint."
"I can't bear saints. Just be a simple, honest, respectable
boy, and we'll never desert you. I don't know what I should do
if you acted like Mr. King's son. He had plenty of money, but
didn't know how to spend it, and got tipsy and gambled, and ran
away, and forged his father's name, I believe, and was altogether
horrid."
"You think I'm likely to do the same? Much obliged."
"No, I don't--oh, dear, no!--but I hear people talking about
money being such a temptation, and I sometimes wish you were poor.
I shouldn't worry then."
"Do you worry about me, Jo?"
"A little, when you look moody and discontented, as you sometimes do,
for you've got such a strong will, if you once get started wrong,
I'm afraid it would be hard to stop you."
Laurie walked in silence a few minutes, and Jo watched him,
wishing she had held her tongue, for his eyes looked angry, though
his lips smiled as if at her warnings.
"Are you going to deliver lectures all the way home?" he
asked presently.
"Of course not. Why?"
"Because if you are, I'll take a bus. If you're not, I'd like
to walk with you and tell you something very interesting."
"I won't preach any more, and I'd like to hear the news
immensely."
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