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5. CHAPTER FIVE
 (continued)Laurie opened his mouth to ask another question, but remembering
 just in time that it wasn't manners to make too many inquiries into
 people's affairs, he shut it again, and looked uncomfortable. Jo liked his good breeding, and didn't mind having a laugh at
 Aunt March, so she gave him a lively description of the fidgety
 old lady, her fat poodle, the parrot that talked Spanish, and the
 library where she reveled. Laurie enjoyed that immensely, and when she told about the
 prim old gentleman who came once to woo Aunt March, and in the
 middle of a fine speech, how Poll had tweaked his wig off to his
 great dismay, the boy lay back and laughed till the tears ran
 down his cheeks, and a maid popped her head in to see what was
 the matter. "Oh!  That does me no end of good.  Tell on, please," he
 said, taking his face out of the sofa cushion, red and shining
 with merriment. Much elated with her success, Jo did `tell on', all about
 their plays and plans, their hopes and fears for Father, and
 the most interesting events of the little world in which the
 sisters lived.  Then they got to talking about books, and to
 Jo's delight, she found that Laurie loved them as well as she
 did, and had read even more than herself. "If you like them so much, come down and see ours.  Grandfather
 is out, so you needn't be afraid," said Laurie, getting up. "I'm not afraid of anything," returned Jo, with a toss of
 the head. "I don't believe you are!" exclaimed the boy, looking at her
 with much admiration, though he privately thought she would have
 good reason to be a trifle afraid of the old gentleman, if she
 met hem in some of his moods. |