PART 1
21. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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"He won't do it unless he is very much worried, and only
threatens it sometimes, when he gets tired of studying. I often
think I should like to, especially since my hair was cut, so if
you ever miss us, you may advertise for two boys and look among
the ships bound for India."
She laughed as she spoke, and Mr. Laurence looked relieved,
evidently taking the whole as a joke.
"You hussy, how dare you talk in that way? Where's your
respect for me, and your proper bringing up? Bless the boys
and girls! What torments they are, yet we can't do without
them," he said, pinching her cheeks good-humoredly. "Go and
bring that boy down to his dinner, tell him it's all right, and
advise him not to put on tragedy airs with his grandfather. I
won't bear it."
"He won't come, Sir. He feels badly because you didn't believe him
when he said he couldn't tell. I think the shaking hurt his feelings
very much."
Jo tried to look pathetic but must have failed, for Mr.
Laurence began to laugh, and she knew the day was won.
"I'm sorry for that, and ought to thank him for not shaking
me, I suppose. What the dickens does the fellow expect?" And
the old gentleman looked a trifle ashamed of his own testiness.
"If I were you, I'd write him an apology, Sir. He says he
won't come down till he has one, and talks about Washington, and
goes on in an absurd way. A formal apology will make him see
how foolish he is, and bring him down quite amiable. Try it. He
likes fun, and this was is better than talking. I'll carry it
up, and teach him his duty."
Mr. Laurence gave her a sharp look, and put on his spectacles,
saying slowly, "You're a sly puss, but I don't mind being
managed by you and Beth. Here, give me a bit of paper,
and let us have done with this nonsense."
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