Josie will be back soon,' said Bess, still turning over the books piled on the centre-table.
Before Mrs Jo could answer, Dan pulled a shabby little volume from under his pillow, and handing it to her said: 'Please read the third one; it's short and pretty--I'm fond of it.' The book opened at the right place, as if the third story had been often read, and Bess smiled as she saw the name.
'Why, Dan, I shouldn't think you'd care for this romantic German tale.
There is fighting in it; but it is very sentimental, if I remember rightly.' 'I know it; but I've read so few stories, I like the simple ones best.
Had nothing else to read sometimes; I guess I know it all by heart, and never seem to be tired of those fighting fellows, and the fiends and angels and lovely ladies.

You read "Aslauga's Knight", and see if you don't like it.

Edwald was rather too soft for my fancy; but Froda was first-rate and the spirit with the golden hair always reminded me of you.' As Dan spoke Mrs Jo settled herself where she could watch him in the glass, and Bess took a large chair facing him, saying, as she put up her hands to retie the ribbon that held the cluster of thick, soft curls at the back of her head: 'I hope Aslauga's hair wasn't as troublesome as mine, for it's always tumbling down.

I'll be ready in a minute.' 'Don't tie it up; please let it hang.

I love to see it shine that way.
It will rest your head, and be just right for the story, Goldilocks,' pleaded Dan, using the childish name and looking more like his boyish self than he had done for many a day.
Bess laughed, shook down her pretty hair, and began to read, glad to hide her face a little; for compliments made her shy, no matter who paid them.