PART 1
21. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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"He didn't know that."
"He ought to trust me, and not act as if I was a baby. It's
no use, Jo, he's got to learn that I'm able to take care of
myself, and don't need anyone's apron string to hold on by."
"What pepper pots you are! " sighed Jo. "How do you mean
to settle this affair?"
"Well, he ought to beg pardon, and believe me when I say I
can't tell him what the fuss's about."
"Bless you! He won't do that."
"I won't go down till he does."
"Now, Teddy, be sensible. Let it pass, and I'll explain
what I can. You can't stay here, so what's the use of being
melodramatic?"
"I don't intend to stay here long, anyway. I'll slip off and
take a journey somewhere, and when Grandpa misses me he'll come
round fast enough."
"I dare say, but you ought not to go and worry him."
"Don't preach. I'll go to Washington and see Brooke. It's
gay there, and I'll enjoy myself after the troubles."
"What fun you'd have! I wish I could run off too," said
Jo, forgetting her part of mentor in lively visions of martial
life at the capital.
"Come on, then! Why not? You go and surprise your father,
and I'll stir up old Brooke. It would be a glorious joke. Let's
do it, Jo. We'll leave a letter saying we are all right, and trot
off at once. I've got money enough. It will do you good, and no
harm, as you go to your father."
For a moment Jo looked as if she would agree, for wild as
the plan was, it just suited her. She was tired of care and
confinement, longed for change, and thoughts of her father
blended temptingly with the novel charms of camps and hospitals,
liberty and fun. Her eyes kindled as they turned wistfully
toward the window, but they fell on the old house opposite,
and she shook her head with sorrowful decision.
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