Yours is as good as new, but I forgot the burn and the tear in mine. "I'm sure our pops look like silk, and they are nice enough for us. "Mother says I may when I'm eighteen perhaps, but two years is an everlasting time to wait." "What's the use of asking that, when you know we shall wear our poplins, because we haven't got anything else?" answered Jo with her mouth full. Gardiner would be happy to see Miss March and Miss Josephine at a little dance on New Year's Eve.' Marmee is willing we should go, now what shall we wear?" Gardiner for tomorrow night!" cried Meg, waving the precious paper and then proceeding to read it with girlish delight. "Such fun! Only see! A regular note of invitation from Mrs. Jo shook the tears off her cheeks and waited to hear the news. As Meg appeared, Scrabble whisked into his hole. This was Jo's favorite refuge, and here she loved to retire with half a dozen russets and a nice book, to enjoy the quiet and the society of a pet rat who lived near by and didn't mind her a particle. "Here!" answered a husky voice from above, and, running up, Meg found her sister eating apples and crying over the Heir of Redclyffe, wrapped up in a comforter on an old three–legged sofa by the sunny window. "Jo! Jo! Where are you?" cried Meg at the foot of the garret stairs. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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