8. CHAPTER EIGHT
"Girls, where are you going?" asked Amy, coming into their
room one Saturday afternoon, and finding them getting ready to
go out with an air of secrecy which excited her curiosity.
"Never mind. Little girls shouldn't ask questions," returned
Now if there is anything mortifying to out feelings when we
are young, it is to be told that, and to be bidden to "run away,
dear" is still more trying to us. Amy bridled up at this insult,
and determined to find out the secret, if she teased for an hour.
Turning to Meg, who never refused her anything very long, she said
coaxingly, "Do tell me! I should think you might let me go, too,
for Beth is fussing over her piano, and I haven't got anything to
do, and am so lonely."
"I can't, dear, because you aren't invited," began Meg, but
Jo broke in impatiently, "Now, Meg, be quiet or you will spoil it
all. You can't go, Amy, so don't be a baby and whine about it."
"You are going somewhere with Laurie, I know you are. You
were whispering and laughing together on the sofa last night, and
you stopped when I came in. Aren't you going with him?"
"Yes, we are. Now do be still, and stop bothering."
Amy held her tongue, but used her eyes, and saw Meg slip a
fan into her pocket.
"I know! I know! You're going to the theater to see the
SEVEN CASTLES!" she cried, adding resolutely, "and I shall go,
for Mother said I might see it, and I've got my rag money, and
it was mean not to tell me in time."
"Just listen to me a minute, and be a good child," said Meg
soothingly. "Mother doesn't wish you to go this week, because
your eyes are not well enough yet to bear the light of this
fairy piece. Next week you can go with Beth and Hannah, and
have a nice time."