Маленькие женщины

Under the Umbrella

           

           "Excellentlywell,wewillhafit,"answeredtheProfessor,smilingtohimselfashepaidforit,whileJocontinuedtorummagethecounterslikeaconfirmedbargain-hunter.

           "Nowshallwegohome?"heasked,asifthewordswereverypleasanttohim.

           "Yes,it’slate,andI’msotired."Jo’svoicewasmorepatheticthansheknew.Fornowthesunseemedtohavegoneinassuddenlyasitcameout,andtheworldgrewmuddyandmiserableagain,andforthefirsttimeshediscoveredthatherfeetwerecold,herheadached,andthatherheartwascolderthantheformer,fullerofpainthanthelatter.Mr.Bhaerwasgoingaway,heonlycaredforherasafriend,itwasallamistake,andthesooneritwasoverthebetter.Withthisideainherhead,shehailedanapproachingomnibuswithsuchahastygesturethatthedaisiesflewoutofthepotandwerebadlydamaged.

           "Thisisnotouromniboos,"saidtheProfessor,wavingtheloadedvehicleaway,andstoppingtopickupthepoorlittleflowers.

           "Ibegyourpardon.Ididn’tseethenamedistinctly.Nevermind,Icanwalk.I’musedtoploddinginthemud,"returnedJo,winkinghard,becauseshewouldhavediedratherthanopenlywipehereyes.

           Mr.Bhaersawthedropsonhercheeks,thoughsheturnedherheadaway.

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