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Little Women

‘Try a little now. Here is Schiller’s Mary Stuart and a
tutor who loves to teach.’ And Mr. Brooke laid his book
on her lap with an inviting smile.
‘It’s so hard I’m afraid to try,’ said Meg, grateful, but

bashful in the presence of the accomplished young lady
beside her.
‘I’ll read a bit to encourage you.’ And Miss Kate read
one of the most beautiful passages in a perfectly correct
but perfectly expressionless manner.
Mr. Brooke made no comment as she returned the
book to Meg, who said innocently, ‘I thought it was
poetry.’ ‘Some of it is. Try this passage.’
There was a queer smile about Mr. Brooke’s mouth as
he opened at poor Mary’s lament.
Meg obediently following the long grass-blade which
her new tutor used to point with, read slowly and timidly,
unconsciously making poetry of the hard words by the soft
intonation of her musical voice. Down the page went the
green guide, and presently, forgetting her listener in the
beauty of the sad scene, Meg read as if alone, giving a little
touch of tragedy to the words of the unhappy queen. If
she had seen the brown eyes then, she would have stopped
short, but she never looked up, and the lesson was not
spoiled for her.

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