Маленькие женщины

The Laurence Boy

           SoMegreclined,withrubberswellhidden,andJowentblunderingawaytothediningroom,whichshefoundaftergoingintoachinacloset,andopeningthedoorofaroomwhereoldMr.Gardinerwastakingalittleprivaterefreshment.Makingadartatthetable,shesecuredthecoffee,whichsheimmediatelyspilled,therebymakingthefrontofherdressasbadastheback.

           "Oh,dear,whatablunderbussIam!"exclaimedJo,finishingMeg’sglovebyscrubbinghergownwithit.

           "CanIhelpyou?"saidafriendlyvoice.AndtherewasLaurie,withafullcupinonehandandaplateoficeintheother.

           "IwastryingtogetsomethingforMeg,whoisverytired,andsomeoneshookme,andhereIaminanicestate,"answeredJo,glancingdismallyfromthestainedskirttothecoffee-coloredglove.

           "Toobad!Iwaslookingforsomeonetogivethisto.MayItakeittoyoursister?"

           "Oh,thankyou!I’llshowyouwheresheis.Idon’toffertotakeitmyself,forIshouldonlygetintoanotherscrapeifIdid."

           Joledtheway,andasifusedtowaitingonladies,Lauriedrewupalittletable,broughtasecondinstallmentofcoffeeandiceforJo,andwassoobligingthatevenparticularMegpronouncedhima‘niceboy’.Theyhadamerrytimeoverthebonbonsandmottoes,andwereinthemidstofaquietgameofBuzz,withtwoorthreeotheryoungpeoplewhohadstrayedin,whenHannahappeared.MegforgotherfootandrosesoquicklythatshewasforcedtocatchholdofJo,withanexclamationofpain.

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