He brought the flowers himself, and I should have asked him in, if I had been sure what was going on upstairs.

He looked so wistful as he went away, hearing the frolic and evidently having none of his own." "It's a mercy you didn't, Mother!" laughed Jo, looking at her boots.
"But we'll have another play sometime that he can see.

Perhaps he'll help act.

Wouldn't that be jolly ?" "I never had such a fine bouquet before! How pretty it is!" And Meg examined her flowers with great interest.
"They are lovely.

But Beth's roses are sweeter to me," said Mrs.
March, smelling the half-dead posy in her belt.
Beth nestled up to her, and whispered softly, "I wish I could send my bunch to Father.