PART 1
11. CHAPTER ELEVEN
 (continued)
"Poor little souls, they will have a hard time, I'm afraid, 
 but they won't suffer, and it will do them good," she said,
 producing the more palatable viands with which she had provided
 herself, and disposing of the bad breakfast, so that their
 feelings might not be hurt, a motherly little deception for which
 they were grateful. 
Many were the complaints below, and great the chagrin of
 the head cook at her failures.  "Never mind, I'll get the dinner
 and be servant, you be mistress, keep your hands nice, see
 company, and give orders," said Jo, who knew still less than Meg, 
 about culinary affairs. 
This obliging offer was gladly accepted, and Margaret retired
 to the parlor, which she hastily put in order by whisking the
 litter under the sofa and shutting the blinds to save the trouble
 of dusting.  Jo, with perfect faith in her own powers and a
 friendly desire to make up the quarrel, immediately put a note in
 the office, inviting Laurie to dinner. 
"You'd better see what you have got before you think of having
 company," said Meg, when informed of the hospitable but rash act. 
"Oh, there's corned beef and plenty of poatoes, and I shall
 get some asparagus and a lobster, `for a relish', as Hannah says.
 We'll have lettuce and make a salad.  I don't know how, but the
 book tells.  I'll have blancmange and strawberries for dessert, 
 and coffee too, if you want to be elegant." 
"Don't try too many messes, Jo, for you can't make anything
 but gingerbread and molasses candy fit to eat.  I wash my hands
 of the dinner party, and since you have asked Laurie on your own
 responsibility, you may just take care of him." 
"I don't want you to do anything but be civil to him and help
 to the pudding.  You'll give me your advice if I get in a muddle, 
 won't you?" asked Jo, rather hurt. 
"Yes, but I don't know much, except about bread and a few
 trifles.  You had better ask Mother's leave before you order
 anything," returned Meg prudently. 
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