Маленькие женщины

Meg Goes to Vanity Fair

           Formotherlyeyesarequicktoseeanychangeinchildren’sfaces.

           Meghadtoldheradventuresgaylyandsaidoverandoverwhatacharmingtimeshehadhad,butsomethingstillseemedtoweighuponherspirits,andwhentheyoungergirlsweregonetobed,shesatthoughtfullystaringatthefire,sayinglittleandlookingworried.AstheclockstrucknineandJoproposedbed,Megsuddenlyleftherchairand,takingBeth’sstool,leanedherelbowsonhermother’sknee,sayingbravely...

           "Marmee,Iwantto‘fess’."

           "Ithoughtso.Whatisit,dear?"

           "ShallIgoaway?"askedJodiscreetly.

           "Ofcoursenot.Don’tIalwaystellyoueverything?Iwasashamedtospeakofitbeforetheyoungerchildren,butIwantyoutoknowallthedreadfulthingsIdidattheMoffats’."

           "Weareprepared,"saidMrs.March,smilingbutlookingalittleanxious.

           "Itoldyoutheydressedmeup,butIdidn’ttellyouthattheypowderedandsqueezedandfrizzled,andmademelooklikeafashion-plate.LauriethoughtIwasn’tproper.Iknowhedid,thoughhedidn’tsayso,andonemancalledme‘adoll’.Iknewitwassilly,buttheyflatteredmeandsaidIwasabeauty,andquantitiesofnonsense,soIletthemmakeafoolofme."

           "Isthatall?"askedJo,asMrs.Marchlookedsilentlyatthedowncastfaceofherprettydaughter,andcouldnotfinditinherhearttoblameherlittlefollies.

           "No,Idrankchampagneandrompedandtriedtoflirt,andwasaltogetherabominable,"saidMegself-reproachfully.

           "Thereissomethingmore,Ithink."

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