| Brooke, he is so kindBut I don't want to play, or... 937 |
[Feb. 1st, 2010|02:48 am] |
Brooke, he is so kindBut I don't want to play, or sing, or say anythingI'll work hard and not trouble anyone, and you'll take care of me, Jo, so I'll go
"That's my good girlYou do try to fight off your shyness, and I love you for itFighting faults isn't easy, as I know, and a cheery word kind of gives a liftThank you, Mother," And Jo gave the thin cheek a grateful kiss, more precious to MrsMarch than if it had given back the rosy roundness of her youth
"I had a box of chocolate drops, and the picture I wanted to copy," said Amy, showing her mail
"And I got a note from MrLaurence, asking me to come over and play to him tonight, before the lamps are lighted, and I shall go," added Beth, whose friendship with the old gentleman prospered finely"Now let's fly round, and do double duty today, so that we can play tomorrow with free minds," said Jo, preparing to replace her pen with a broom
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