PART 1
9. CHAPTER NINE
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"There is a lovely old-fashioned pearl set in the treasure
chest, but Mother said real flowers were the prettiest ornament
for a young girl, and Laurie promised to send me all I want,"
replied Meg. "Now, let me see, there's my new gray walking suit,
just curl up the feather in my hat, Beth, then my poplin for
Sunday and the small party, it looks heavy for spring, doesn't
it? The violet silk would be so nice. Oh, dear!"
"Never mind, you've got the tarlatan for the big party, and
you always look like an angel in white," said Amy, brooding
over the little store of finery in which her soul delighted.
"It isn't low-necked, and it doesn't sweep enough, but it
will have to do. My blue housedress looks so well, turned and
freshly trimmed, that I feel as if I'd got a new one. My silk
sacque isn't a bit the fashion, and my bonnet doesn't look like
Sallie's. I didn't like to say anything, but I was sadly
disappointed in my umbrella. I told Mother black with a white
handle, but she forgot and bought a green one with a yellowish
handle. It's strong and neat, so I ought not to complain, but I
know I shall feel ashamed of it beside Annie's silk one with a
gold top," sighed Meg, surveying the little umbrella with great
disfavor.
"Change it," advised Jo.
"I won't be so silly, or hurt Marmee's feelings, when she
took so much pains to get my things. It's a nonsensical notion
of mine, and I'm not going to give up to it. My silk stockings
and two pairs of new gloves are my comfort. You are a dear to
lend me yours, Jo. I feel so rich and sort of elegant, with
two new pairs, and the old ones cleaned up for common." And
Meg took a refreshing peep at her glove box.
"Annie Moffat has blue and pink bows on her nightcaps.
Would you put some on mine?" she asked, as Beth brought up a
pile of snowy muslins, fresh from Hannah's hands.
"No, I wouldn't, for the smart caps won't match the plain
gowns without any trimming on them. Poor folks shouldn't rig,"
said Jo decidedly.
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