PART 1
21. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
(continued)
"Stop, Jo, you must clear yourself first. You have played
so many pranks that I am afraid you have had a hand in this."
"On my word, Mother, I haven't! I never saw that note
before, and don't know anything about it, as true as I live!"
said Jo, so earnestly that they believed her. "If I had taken
part in it I'd have done it better than this, and have written
a sensible note. I should think you'd have known Mr. Brooke
wouldn't write such stuff as that," she added, scornfully
tossing down the paper.
"It's like his writing," faltered Meg, comparing it with the
note in her hand.
"Oh, Meg, you didn't answer it?" cried Mrs. March quickly.
"Yes, I did!" and Meg hid her face again, overcome with shame.
"Here's a scrape! Do let me bring that wicked boy over to
explain and be lectured. I can't rest till I get hold of him."
And Jo made for the door again.
"Hush! Let me handle this, for it is worse than I thought.
Margaret, tell me the whole story," commanded Mrs. March, sitting
down by Meg, yet keeping hold of Jo, lest she should fly off.
"I received the first letter from Laurie, who didn't look
as if he knew anything about it," began Meg, without looking up.
"I was worried at first and meant to tell you, then I remembered
how you liked Mr. Brooke, so I thought you wouldn't mind if I
kept my little secret for a few days. I'm so silly that I liked
to think no one knew, and while I was deciding what to say, I
felt like the girls in books, who have such things to do. Forgive
me, Mother, I'm paid for my silliness now. I never can look him
in the face again."
"What did you say to him?' asked Mrs. March.
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