Маленькие женщины

Laurie Makes Mischief, and Jo Makes Peace

           "Holdyourtongue!"criedJo,coveringherears."‘Prunesandprisms’aremydoom,andImayaswellmakeupmymindtoit.Icameheretomoralize,nottohearthingsthatmakemeskiptothinkof."

           "IknowMegwouldwet-blanketsuchaproposal,butIthoughtyouhadmorespirit,"beganLaurieinsinuatingly.

           "Badboy,bequiet!Sitdownandthinkofyourownsins,don’tgomakingmeaddtomine.IfIgetyourgrandpatoapologizefortheshaking,willyougiveuprunningaway?"askedJoseriously.

           "Yes,butyouwon’tdoit,"answeredLaurie,whowishedtomakeup,butfeltthathisoutrageddignitymustbeappeasedfirst.

           "IfIcanmanagetheyoungone,Icantheoldone,"mutteredJo,asshewalkedaway,leavingLauriebentoverarailroadmapwithhisheadproppeduponbothhands.

           "Comein!"andMr.Laurence’sgruffvoicesoundedgrufferthanever,asJotappedathisdoor.

           "It’sonlyme,Sir,cometoreturnabook,"shesaidblandly,assheentered.

           "Wantanymore?"askedtheoldgentleman,lookinggrimandvexed,buttryingnottoshowit.

           "Yes,please.IlikeoldSamsowell,IthinkI’lltrythesecondvolume,"returnedJo,hopingtopropitiatehimbyacceptingaseconddoseofBoswell’sJohnson,ashehadrecommendedthatlivelywork.

           TheshaggyeyebrowsunbentalittleasherolledthestepstowardtheshelfwheretheJohnsonianliteraturewasplaced.

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