PART 1
9. CHAPTER NINE
(continued)
"She told that fib about her momma, as if she did know, and
colored up when the flowers came quite prettily. Poor thing!
She'd be so nice if she was only got up in style. Do you think
she'd be offended if we offered to lend her a dress for Thursday?"
asked another voice.
"She's proud, but I don't believe she'd mind, for that dowdy
tarlatan is all she has got. She may tear it tonight, and that
will be a good excuse for offering a decent one."
Here Meg's partner appeared, to find her looking much flushed
and rather agitated. She was proud, and her pride was useful
just then, for it helped her hide her mortification, anger, and
disgust at what she had just heard. For, innocent and unsuspicious
as she was, she could not help understanding the gossip of her
friends. She tried to forget it, but could not, and kept repeating
to herself, "Mrs. M. has made her plans," "that fib about her
mamma," and 'dowdy tarlatan," till she was ready to cry and rush
home to tell her troubles and ask for advice. As that was impossible,
she did her best to seem gay, and being rather excited, she
succeeded so well that no one dreamed what an effort she was making.
She was very glad when it was all over and she was quiet in her bed,
where she could think and wonder and fume till her head ached and
her hot cheeks were cooled by a few natural tears. Those foolish,
yet well meant words, had opened a new world to Meg, and much
disturbed the peace of the old one in which till now she had lived
as happily as a child. Her innocent friendship with Laurie was
spoiled by the silly speeches she had overheard. Her faith in her
mother was a little shaken by the worldly plans attributed to her
by Mrs. Moffat, who judged others by herself, and the sensible
resolution to be contented with the simple wardrobe which suited
a poor man's daughter was weakened by the unnecessary pity of
girls who thought a shabby dress one of the greatest calamities
under heaven.
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