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Laurie Makes Mischief, and Jo Makes Peace

           Brookewouldn’twritesuchstuffasthat,"sheadded,scornfullytossingdownthepaper.

           "It’slikehiswriting,"falteredMeg,comparingitwiththenoteinherhand.

           "Oh,Meg,youdidn’tanswerit?"criedMrs.Marchquickly.

           "Yes,Idid!"andMeghidherfaceagain,overcomewithshame.

           "Here’sascrape!Doletmebringthatwickedboyovertoexplainandbelectured.Ican’tresttillIgetholdofhim."AndJomadeforthedooragain.

           "Hush!Letmehandlethis,foritisworsethanIthought.Margaret,tellmethewholestory,"commandedMrs.March,sittingdownbyMeg,yetkeepingholdofJo,lestsheshouldflyoff.

           "IreceivedthefirstletterfromLaurie,whodidn’tlookasifheknewanythingaboutit,"beganMeg,withoutlookingup."Iwasworriedatfirstandmeanttotellyou,thenIrememberedhowyoulikedMr.Brooke,soIthoughtyouwouldn’tmindifIkeptmylittlesecretforafewdays.I’msosillythatIlikedtothinknooneknew,andwhileIwasdecidingwhattosay,Ifeltlikethegirlsinbooks,whohavesuchthingstodo.Forgiveme,Mother,I’mpaidformysillinessnow.Inevercanlookhiminthefaceagain."

           "Whatdidyousaytohim?"askedMrs.March.

           "IonlysaidIwastooyoungtodoanythingaboutityet,thatIdidn’twishtohavesecretsfromyou,andhemustspeaktofather.Iwasverygratefulforhiskindness,andwouldbehisfriend,butnothingmore,foralongwhile."

           Mrs.

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