Маленькие женщины

Domestic Experiences

           Lotty,withTeutonicphlegm,wascalmlyeatingbreadandcurrantwine,forthejellywasstillinahopelesslyliquidstate,whileMrs.Brooke,withherapronoverherhead,satsobbingdismally.

           "Mydearestgirl,whatisthematter?"criedJohn,rushingin,withawfulvisionsofscaldedhands,suddennewsofaffliction,andsecretconsternationatthethoughtoftheguestinthegarden.

           "Oh,John,Iamsotiredandhotandcrossandworried!I’vebeenatittillI’mallwornout.DocomeandhelpmeorIshalldie!"andtheexhaustedhousewifecastherselfuponhisbreast,givinghimasweetwelcomeineverysenseoftheword,forherpinaforehadbeenbaptizedatthesametimeasthefloor.

           "Whatworriesyoudear?Hasanythingdreadfulhappened?"askedtheanxiousJohn,tenderlykissingthecrownofthelittlecap,whichwasallaskew.

           "Yes,"sobbedMegdespairingly.

           "Tellmequick,then.Don’tcry.Icanbearanythingbetterthanthat.Outwithit,love."

           "The...Thejellywon’tjellandIdon’tknowwhattodo!"

           JohnBrookelaughedthenasheneverdaredtolaughafterward,andthederisiveScottsmiledinvoluntarilyasheheardtheheartypeal,whichputthefinishingstroketopoorMeg’swoe.

           "Isthatall?Flingitoutofthewindow,anddon’tbotheranymoreaboutit.

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