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3. CHAPTER THREE
 (continued)"Not a bit.  I only came here because I don't know many
 people and felt rather strange at first, you know." "So did I.  Don't go away, please, unless you'd rather." The boy sat down again and looked at his pumps, till Jo
 said, trying to be polite and easy, "I think I've had the pleasure
 of seeing you before.  You live near us, don't you?" "Next door."  And he looked up and laughed outright, for Jo's
 prim manner was rather funny when he remembered how they had chatted
 about cricket when he brought the cat home. That put Jo at her ease and she laughed too, as she said, in
 her heartiest way, "We did have such a good time over your nice
 Christmas present." "Grandpa sent it." "But you put it into his head, didn't you, now?" "How is your cat, Miss March?" asked the boy, trying to look
 sober while his black eyes shone with fun. "Nicely, thank you, Mr. Laurence.  But I am not Miss March, I'm
 only Jo," returned the young lady. "I'm not Mr. Laurence, I'm only Laurie." "Laurie Laurence, what an odd name." "My first name is theodore, but I don't like it, for the
 fellows called me Dora, so I made the say Laurie instead." "I hate my name, too, so sentimental!  I wish every one would
 say Jo instead of Josephine.  How did you make the boys stop calling
 you Dora?" "I thrashed `em." "I can't thrash Aunt March, so I suppose I shall have to bear
 it."  And Jo resigned herself with a sigh. |