PART 2
33. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
 (continued)
The maiden lady is a Miss Norton, rich, cultivated, and
 kind.  She spoke to me at dinner today (for I went to table
 again, it's such fun to watch people), and asked me to come
 and see her at her room.  She has fine books and pictures, 
 knows interesting persons, and seems friendly, so I shall make
 myself agreeable, for I do want to get into good society, only
 it isn't the same sort that Amy likes. 
I was in our parlor last evening when Mr. Bhaer came in
 with some newspapers for Mrs. Kirke.  She wasn't there, but
 Minnie, who is a little old woman, introduced me very prettily.
 "This is Mamma's friend, Miss March." 
"Yes, and she's jolly and we like her lots," added Kitty, 
 who is and `enfant terrible'. 
We both bowed, and then we laughed, for the prim introduction
 and the blunt addition were rather a comical contrast. 
"Ah, yes, I hear these naughty ones go to vex you, Mees
 Marsch.  If so again, call at me and I come," he said, with a
 threatening frown that delighted the little wretches. 
I promised I would, and he departed, but it seems as if I
 was doomed to see a good deal of him, for today as I passed
 his door on my way out, by accident I knocked against it with
 my umbrella.  It flew open, and there he stood in his dressing
 gown, with a big blue sock on one hand and a darning needle
 in the other.  He didn't seem at all ashamed of it, for when
 I explained and hurried on, he waved his hand, sock and all, 
 saying in his loud, cheerful way... 
"You haf a fine day to make your walk.  Bon voyage, Mademoiselle." 
I laughed all the way downstairs, but it was a little pathetic,
 also to think of the poor man having to mend his own clothes.
 The German gentlemen embroider, I know, but darning hose is
 another thing and not so pretty. 
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