She saw Mr.Lawrence drive off, and then sallied out to dig her way down to the hedge, where she paused and took a survey.

All quiet, curtains down at the lower windows, servants out of sight, and nothing human visible but a curly black head leaning on a thin hand at the upper window.
"There he is," thought Jo, "Poor boy! All alone and sick this dismal day.

It's a shame! I'll toss up a snowball and make him look out, and then say a kind word to him." Up went a handful of soft snow, and the head turned at once, showing a face which lost its listless look in a minute, as the big eyes brightened and the mouth began to smile.

Jo nodded and laughed, and flourished her broom as she called out...
"How do you do?
Are you sick ?" Laurie opened the window, and croaked out as hoarsely as a raven...
"Better, thank you.

I've had a bad cold, and been shut up a week." "I'm sorry.