You wretch, give it back this moment or I'll box your ears,' cried Josie, laughing and scolding in the same breath.
Escaping from Tom, Ted struck a sentimental attitude, and with tender glances at the wet, torn young person before him, delivered Claude Melnotte's famous speech in a lackadaisical way that was irresistibly funny, ending with 'Dost like the picture, love ?' as he made an object of himself by tying his long legs in a knot and distorting his face horribly.
The sound of applause from the piazza put a stop to these antics, and the young folks went up the avenue together very much in the old style when Tom drove four in hand and Nan was the best horse in the team.
Rosy, breathless, and merry, they greeted the ladies and sat down on the steps to rest, Aunt Meg sewing up her daughter's rags while Mrs Jo smoothed the Lion's mane, and rescued the book.

Daisy appeared in a moment to greet her friend, and all began to talk.
'Muffins for tea; better stay and eat 'em; Daisy's never fail,' said Ted hospitably.
'He's a judge; he ate nine last time.

That's why he's so fat,' added Josie, with a withering glance at her cousin, who was as thin as a lath.
'I must go and see Lucy Dove.

She has a whitlow, and it's time to lance it.

I'll tea at college,' answered Nan, feeling in her pocket to be sure she had not forgotten her case of instruments.
'Thanks, I'm going there also.