myself," said Jo, looking alarmed at
the thought.
"I think not, if you liked anyone very much, and he liked you." Meg
spoke as if to herself, and glanced out at the lane where she had often
seen lovers walking together in the summer twilight.
"I thought you were going to tell your speech to that man," said Jo,
rudely shortening her sister's little reverie.
"Oh, I should merely say, quite calmly and decidedly, 'Thank you, Mr.
Brooke, you are very kind, but I agree with Father that I am too young
to enter into any engagement at present, so please say no more, but let
us be friends as we were.'"
"Hum, that's stiff and cool enough! I don't believe you'll ever say
it, and I know he won't be satisfied if you do. If he goes on like the
rejected lovers in books, you'll give in, rather than hurt his
feelings."
"No, I won't. I shall tell him I've made up my mind, and shall walk
out of the room with dignity."
Meg rose as she spoke, and was just going to rehearse the dignified
exit, when a step in the hall made her fly into her seat and begin to
sew as fast as if her life depended on finishing that particular seam
in a given time. Jo smothered a laugh at the sudden change, and when
someone gave a modest tap, opened the door with a grim aspect which was
anything but hospitable.
"Good afternoon. I came to get my umbrella, that is, to see how your
father finds himself today," said Mr. Brooke, getting a trifle confused
as his eyes went from one telltale face to the other.
"It's very well, he's in the rack. I'll get him, and tell it you are
here." And having jumbled her father and the umbrella well together in
her reply, Jo slipped out of the room to give Meg a chance to make her
speech and air her dignity. But the instant she vanished, Meg began to
sidle toward the door, murmuring...
"Mother will like to see you. Pray sit down, I'll call her."
"Don't go. Are you afraid of me, Margaret?" and Mr. Brooke looked so
hurt that Meg thought she must have done something very rude. She
blushed up to the little curls on her forehead, for he had never called
her Margaret before, and she was surprised to find how natural and
sweet it seemed to hear him say it. Anxious to appear friendly and at
her ease, she put out her hand with a confiding gesture, and said
gratefully...
"How can I be afraid when you have been so kind to Father? I only wish
I could thank you for it."
"Shall I tell you how?" asked Mr. Brook
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