PART 1
10. CHAPTER TEN
(continued)
"Contrary-minded say, `No'."
Meg and Amy were contrary-minded, and Mr. Winkle rose to
say with great elegance, "We don't wish any boys, they only
joke and bounce about. This is a ladies' club, and we wish to
be private and proper."
"I'm afraid he'll laugh at our paper, and make fun of us
afterward," observed Pickwick, pulling the little curl on her
forehead, as she always did when doubtful.
Up rose Snodgrass, very much in earnest. "Sir, I give you
my word as a gentleman, Laurie won't do anything of the sort. He
likes to write, and he'll give a tone to our contributions and
keep us from being sentimental, don't you see? We can do so little
for him, and he does so much for us, I think the least we can do
is to offer him a place here, and make him welcome if he comes."
This artful allusion to benefits conferred brought Tupman to
his feet, looking as if he had quite made up his mind.
"Yes, we ought to do it, even if we are afraid. I say he may
come, and his grandpa, too, if he likes."
This spirited burst from Beth electrified the club, and Jo
left her seat to shake hands approvingly. "Now then, vote again.
Everybody remember it's our Laurie, and say, `Aye!'"
cried Snodgrass excitedly.
"Aye! Aye! Aye!" replied three voices at once.
"Good! Bless you! Now, as there's nothing like `taking time
by the fetlock', as Winkle characteristically observes, allow me
to present the new member." And, to the dismay of the rest of the
club, Jo threw open the door of the closet, and displayed Laurie
sitting on a rag bag, flushed and twinkling with suppressed laughter.
"You rogue! You traitor! Jo, how could you?" cried the three
girls, as Snodgrass led her friend triumphantly forth, and producing
both a chair and a badge, installed him in a jiffy.
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