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Little Women

‘They are making a fool of that little girl. I wanted you
to see her, but they have spoiled her entirely. She’s
nothing but a doll tonight.’
‘Oh, dear!’ sighed Meg. ‘I wish I’d been sensible and

worn my own things, then I should not have disgusted
other people, or felt so uncomfortable and ashamed of
myself.’
She leaned her forehead on the cool pane, and stood
half hidden by the curtains, never minding that her
favorite waltz had begun, till some one touched her, and
turning, she saw Laurie, looking penitent, as he said, with
his very best bow and his hand out...
‘Please forgive my rudeness, and come and dance with
me.’
‘I’m afraid it will be to disagreeable to you,’ said Meg,
trying to look offended and failing entirely.
‘Not a bit of it, I’m dying to do it. Come, I’ll be good.
I don’t like your gown, but I do think you are just
splendid.’ And he waved his hands, as if words failed to
express his admiration.
Meg smiled and relented, and whispered as they stood
waiting to catch the time, ‘Take care my skirt doesn’t trip
you up. It’s the plague of my life and I was a goose to
wear it.’

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