"Curly black hair, brown skin, big black eyes, handsome nose, fine teeth, small hands and feet, taller than I am, very polite, for a boy, and altogether jollyWonder how old he is?"
It was on the tip of Jo's tongue to ask, but she checked herself in time and, with unusual tact, tried to find out in a round-about way
"I suppose you are going to college soon? I see you pegging away at your books, no, I mean studying hard And Jo blushed at the dreadful `pegging' which had escaped her
Laurie smiled but didn't seem shocked, and answered with a shrug"Not for a year or twoI won't go before seventeen, anyway
"Aren't you but fifteen?" asked Jo, looking at the tall lad, whom she had imagined seventeen already
"Sixteen, next month
"How I wish I was going to college! You don't look as if you liked it
"I hate it! Nothing but grinding or http://www.muluxury.com/search_0_0_0_chanel white_1.html" target="_blank skylarkingAnd I don't like the way fellows do either, in this country "What do you like?"
"To live in Italy, and to enjoy myself in my own way
Jo wanted very much to ask what his own way was, but his black brows looked rather threatening as he knit them, so she changed the subject by saying, as her foot kept time, "That's a splendid polka! Why don't you go and try it?"
"If you will come too," he answered, with a gallant little bow
"I can't, for I told meg I wouldn't, because There Jo stopped, and looked undecided whether to tell or to laugh
"Because, what?"
"You won't tell?"
"Never!"
"Well, I have a bad trick of standing before the fire, and so I burn my frocks, and I scorched this one, and though it's nicely mended, it shows, and Meg told me to keep still so no one would see itYou may laugh, if you want to
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Jo thanked him and gladly went, wishing she had two neat gloves when she saw the nice, pearl-colored ones her partner woreThe hall was empty, and they had a grand polka, for Laurie danced well, and taught her the German step, which delighted Jo, being full of swing and springWhen the music stopped, they sat down on the stairs to get their breath, and Laurie was in the midst of an account of a students' festival at Heidelberg when Meg appeared in search of her sisterShe beckoned, and Jo reluctantly followed her into a side room, where she found her on a sofa, holding her foot, and looking pale
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"I knew you'd hurt your feet with those silly shoesBut I don't see what you can do, except get a carriage, or stay here all night," answered Jo, softly rubbing the poor ankle as she spoke
"I can't have a carriage without its costing ever so muchI dare say I can't get one at all, for most people come in their own, and it's a long way to the stable, and no one to send
"No, indeed! It's past nine, and dark as EgyptI can't stop here, for the house is fullSallie has some girls staying with herI'll rest till Hannah comes, and then do the best I canHe will go," said Jo," looking relieved as the idea occurred to her
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"No, dear, run along, and bring me some coffeeI'm so tired I can't stirSo Meg reclined, with rubbers well hidden, and Jo went blundering away to the dining room, which she found after going into a china closet, and opening the door of a room where old MrGardiner was taking a little private refreshmentMaking a dart at the table, she secured the coffee, which she immediately spilled, thereby making the front of her dress as bad as the back
"Oh, dear, what a blunderbuss I am!" exclaimed Jo, finishing Meg's glove by scrubbing her gown with it
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