PART 1
9. CHAPTER NINE
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"Oh, indeed!" said Annie with a funny look, as Meg slipped
the note into her pocket as a sort of talisman against envy,
vanity, and false pride, for the few loving words had done her
good, and the flowers cheered her up by their beauty.
Feeling almost happy again, she laid by a few ferns and roses
for herself, and quickly made up the rest in dainty bouquets for
the breasts, hair, or skirts of her friends, offering them so
prettily that Clara, the elder sister, told her she was `the
sweetest little thing she ever saw', and they looked quite
charmed with her small attention. Somehow the kind act finished
her despondency, and when all the rest went to show themselves
to Mrs. Moffat, she saw a happy, bright-eyed face in the mirror,
as she laid her ferns against her rippling hair and fastened
the roses in the dress that didn't strike her as so very shabby
now.
She enjoyed herself very much that evening, for she danced
to her heart's content. Everyone was very kind, and she had
three compliments. Annie made her sing, and some one said she
had a remarkably fine voice. Major Lincoln asked who `the fresh
little girl with the beautiful eyes' was, and Mr. Moffat insisted
on dancing with her because she `didn't dawdle, but had some spring
in her', as he gracefully expressed it. So altogether she had a
very nice time, till she overheard a bit of conversation, which
disturbed her extremely. She was sitting just inside the
conservatory, waiting for her partner to bring her an ice, when she
heard a voice ask on the other side of the flowery wall...
"How old is he?"
"Sixteen or seventeen, I should say," replied another voice.
"It would be a grand thing for one of those girls, wouldn't
it? Sallie says they are very intimate now, and the old man quite
dotes on them."
"Mrs. M. has made her plans, I dare say, and will play her
cards well, early as it is. The girl evidently doesn't think of it
yet," said Mrs. Moffat.
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