PART 1
14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
(continued)
"Getting leaves," meekly answered Jo, sorting the rosy handful
she had just swept up.
"And hairpins," added Laurie, throwing half a dozen into Jo's
lap. "They grow on this road, Meg, so do combs and brown straw
hats."
"You have been running, Jo. How could you? When will you stop
such romping ways?" said Meg reprovingly, as she settled her cuffs
and smoothed her hair, with which the wind had taken liberties.
"Never till I'm stiff and old and have to use a crutch. Don't
try to make me grow up before my time, Meg. It's hard enough to
have you change all of a sudden. Let me be a little girl as long
as I can."
As she spoke, Jo bent over the leaves to hide the trembling
of her lips, for lately she had felt that Margaret was fast getting
to be a woman, and Laurie's secret made her dread the separation
which must surely come some time and now seemed very near. He saw
the trouble in her face and drew Meg's attention from it by asking
quickly, "Where have you been calling, all so fine?"
"At the Gardiners', and Sallie has been telling me all about
Belle Moffat's wedding. It was very splendid, and they have gone
to spend the winter in Paris. Just think how delightful that
must be!"
"Do you envy her, Meg?" said Laurie.
"I'm afraid I do."
"I'm glad of it!" muttered Jo, tying on her hat with a jerk.
"Why?" asked Meg, looking surprised.
"Because if you care much about riches, you will never go and
marry a poor man," said Jo, frowning at Laurie, who was mutely
warning her to mind what she said.
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