PART 1
21. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
(continued)
"If I was a boy, we'd run away together, and have a capital time,
but as I'm a miserable girl, I must be proper and stop at home.
Don't tempt me, Teddy, it's a crazy plan."
"That's the fun of it," began Laurie, who had got a willful
fit on him and was possessed to break out of bounds in some way.
"Hold your tongue!" cried Jo, covering her ears. "`Prunes
and prisms' are my doom, and I may as well make up my mind to
it. I came here to moralize, not to hear things that make me
skip to think of."
"I know Meg would wet-blanket such a proposal, but I
thought you had more spirit," began Laurie insinuatingly.
"Bad boy, be quiet! Sit down and think of your own sins,
don't go making me add to mine. If I get your grandpa to
apologize for the shaking, will you give up running away?"
asked Jo seriously.
"Yes, but you won't do it," answered Laurie, who wished
to make up, but felt that his outraged dignity must be
appeased first.
"If I can manage the young one, I can the old one," muttered Jo,
as she walked away, leaving Laurie bent over a railroad map
with his head propped up on both hands.
"Come in!" And Mr. Laurence's gruff voice sounded gruffer
than ever, as Jo tapped at his door.
"It's only me, Sir, come to return a book," she said blandly,
as she entered.
"Want any more?" asked the old gentleman, looking grim and
vexed, but trying not to show it.
"Yes, please. I like old Sam so well, I think I'll try the
second volume," returned Jo, hoping to propitiate him by
accepting a second dose of Boswell's Johnson, as he had recommended
that lively work.
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