I must go over the premises, take a look at the carriage-house, and have a little talk with Mrs.Jo before I go;" and, having deposited Dan on his sofa to rest and enjoy his book, Uncle Teddy went off to have a frolic with the lads who were raging about the place in search of him.

Leaving the little girls to mess up-stairs, Mrs.Bhaer sat down by Dan, and listened to his eager account of the drive till the flock returned, dusty, warm, and much excited about the new museum, which every one considered the most brilliant idea of the age.
"I always wanted to endow some sort of an institution, and I am going to begin with this," said Mr.Laurie, sitting down on a stool at Mrs.Jo's feet.
"You have endowed one already.

What do you call this ?" and Mrs.Jo pointed to the happy-faced lads, who had camped upon the floor about him.
"I call it a very promising Bhaer-garden, and I'm proud to be a member of it.

Did you know I was the head boy in this school ?" he asked, turning to Dan, and changing the subject skilfully, for he hated to be thanked for the generous things he did.
"I thought Franz was!" answered Dan, wondering what the man meant.
"Oh, dear no! I'm the first boy Mrs.Jo ever had to take care of, and I was such a bad one that she isn't done with me yet, though she has been working at me for years and years." "How old she must be!" said Nat, innocently.
"She began early, you see.

Poor thing! she was only fifteen when she took me, and I led her such a life, it's a wonder she isn't wrinkled and gray, and quite worn out," and Mr.Laurie looked up at her laughing.
"Don't Teddy; I won't have you abuse yourself so;" and Mrs.Jo stroked the curly black head at her knee as affectionately as ever, for, in spite of every thing Teddy was her boy still.
"If it hadn't been for you, there never would have been a Plumfield.