PART 1
21. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
(continued)
The shaggy eyebrows unbent a little as he rolled the steps
toward the shelf where the Johnsonian literature was placed. Jo
skipped up, and sitting on the top step, affected to be searching
for her book, but was really wondering how best to introduce the
dangerous object of her visit. Mr. Laurence seemed to suspect
that something was brewing in her mind, for after taking several
brisk turns about the room, he faced round on her, speaking so
abruptly that Rasselas tumbled face downward on the floor.
"What has that boy been about? Don't try to shield him. I
know he has been in mischief by the way he acted when he came
home. I can't get a word from him, and when I threatened to
shake the truth out of him he bolted upstairs and locked himself
into his room."
"He did wrong, but we forgave him, and all promised not to
say a word to anyone," began Jo reluctantly.
"That won't do. He shall not shelter himself behind a promise
from you softhearted girls. If he's done anything amiss, he
shall confess, beg pardon, and be punished. Out with it, Jo.
I won't be kept in the dark."
Mr. Laurence looked so alarming and spoke so sharply that Jo
would have gladly run away, if she could, but she was perched aloft
on the steps, and he stood at the foot, a lion in the path, so she
had to stay and brave it out.
"Indeed, Sir, I cannot tell. Mother forbade it. Laurie has
confessed, asked pardon, and been punished quite enough. We don't
keep silence to shield him, but someone else, and it will make
more trouble if you interfere. Please don't. It was partly my
fault, but it's all right now. So let's forget it, and talk about
the RAMBLER or something pleasant."
"Hang the RAMBLER! Come down and give me your word that
this harum-scarum boy of mine hasn't done anything ungrateful or
impertinent. If he has, after all your kindness to him, I'll
thrash him with my own hands."
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