It seemed quite fairylike to Jo, as she went up and down the walks, enjoying the blooming walls on either side, the soft light, the damp sweet air, and the wonderful vines and trees that hung about her, while her new friend cut the finest flowers till his hands were full.

Then he tied them up, saying, with the happy look Jo liked to see, "Please give these to your mother, and tell her I like the medicine she sent me very much." They found Mr.Laurence standing before the fire in the great drawing room, but Jo's attention was entirely absorbed by a grand piano, which stood open.
"Do you play ?" she asked, turning to Laurie with a respectful expression.
"Sometimes," he answered modestly.
"Please do now.

I want to hear it, so I can tell Beth." "Won't you first ?" "Don't know how.

Too stupid to learn, but I love music dearly." So Laurie played and Jo listened, with her nose luxuriously buried in heliotrope and tea roses.

Her respect and regard for the 'Laurence' boy increased very much, for he played remarkably well and didn't put on any airs.