"Now let's fly round, and do double duty today, so that we can
play tomorrow with free minds," said Jo, preparing to replace her
pen with a broom.
When the sun peeped into the girls' room early next morning
to promise them a fine day, he saw a comical sight. Each had
made such preparation for the fete as seemed necessary and proper.
Meg had an extra row of little curlpapers across her forehead, Jo
had copiously anointed her afflicted face with cold cream, Beth
had taken Joanna to bed with her to atone for the approaching
separation, and Amy had capped the climax by putting a clothespin
on her nose to uplift the offending feature. It was one of the
kind artists use to hold the paper on their drawing boards,
therefore quite appropriate and effective for the purpose it was now
being put. This funny spectacle appeared to amuse the sun, for
he burst out with such radiance that Jo woke up and roused her
sisters by a hearty laugh at Amy's ornament.
Sunshine and laughter were good omens for a pleasure party,
and soon a lively bustle began in both houses. Beth, who was
ready first, kept reporting what went on next door, and enlivened
her sisters' toilets by frequent telegrams from the window.
"There goes the man with the tent! I see Mrs.
Barker doing
up the lunch in a hamper and a great basket. Now Mr. Laurence is
looking up at the sky and the weathercock.
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So a tray was
Presently she laughed and
Don t have any
I ve been trying
Mercy on us how
No by George it
I think I am
Fulness to them a
One thing disturbed her
Laying her head on
Do you know Truth
Laurie said nothing but
Jo was not in
Better for us that
Laurie thought that the
I wish you were
I like it for
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John dear here s
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I think of them
When I think of
You know it s
He helped her in
Laurence went home to
Why Mr March paused
I really couldn t
Kneeling at the foot
Perhaps Meg felt without
I do and I
Oh Beth so much
Writing thinking and directing
Home grew homelike again
Jo talks about the
So you needn t
She was back at
That settled it and
By the second week
But memory turned traitor
The solitary woman felt
March was mending again
Jo was very much
And Jo blushed at
Father Mother this is
I try to be
Both are tall fellows
The tea bell rang
As they came up
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