PART 1
5. CHAPTER FIVE
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"He meant the blanc mange, I suppose."
"How stupid you are, child! He meant you, of course."
"Did he?" And Jo opened her eyes as if it had never occurred
to her before.
"I never saw such a girl! You don't know a compliment when
you get it," said Meg, with the air of a young lady who knew all
about the matter.
"I think they are great nonsense, and I'll thank you not to
be silly and spoil my fun. Laurie's a nice boy and I like him,
and I won't have any sentimental stuff about compliments and such
rubbish. We'll all be good to him because he hasn't got any mother,
and he may come over and see us, mayn't he, Marmee?"
"Yes, Jo, your little friend is very welcome, and I hope Meg
will remember that children should be children as long as they can."
"I don't call myself a child, and I'm not in my teens yet,"
observed Amy. "What do you say, Beth?"
"I was thinking about our `PILGRIM'S PROGRESS'," answered Beth,
who had not heard a word. "How we got out of the Slough and through
the Wicket Gate by resolving to be good, and up the steep hill by
trying, and that maybe the house over there, full of splendid things,
is going to be our Palace Beautiful."
"We have got to get by the lions first," said Jo, as if she
rather liked the prospect.
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