"I've made such quantities it would be hard to choose which
I'd have," said Laurie, lying flat and throwing cones at the
squirrel who had betrayed him.
"You'd have to take your favorite one. What is it?" asked
Meg.
"If I tell mine, will you tell yours?"
"Yes, if the girls will too."
"We will. Now, Laurie.
"
"After I'd seen as much of the world as I want to, I'd like
to settle in Germany and have just as much music as I choose. I'm
to be a famous musician myself, and all creation is to rush to hear
me. And I'm never to be bothered about money or business, but just
enjoy myself and live for what I like.
That's my favorite castle.
What's yours, Meg?"
Margaret seemed to find it a little hard to tell hers, and
waved a brake before her face, as if to disperse imaginary gnats,
while she said slowly, "I should like a lovely house, full of all
sorts of luxurious things--nice food, pretty clothes, handsome
furniture, pleasant people, and heaps of money. I am to be
mistress of it, and manage it as I like, with plenty of servants,
so I never need work a bit.
How I should enjoy it! For I wouldn't
be idle, but do good, and make everyone love me dearly."
"Wouldn't you have a master for your castle in the air?" asked
Laurie slyly.
"I said 'pleasant people', you know," and Meg carefully tied
up her shoe as she spoke, so that no one saw her face.
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