Her innocent friendship with Laurie was spoiled by the silly speeches she had overheard.

Her faith in her mother was a little shaken by the worldly plans attributed to her by Mrs.Moffat, who judged others by herself, and the sensible resolution to be contented with the simple wardrobe which suited a poor man's daughter was weakened by the unnecessary pity of girls who thought a shabby dress one of the greatest calamities under heaven.
Poor Meg had a restless night, and got up heavy-eyed, unhappy, half resentful toward her friends, and half ashamed of herself for not speaking out frankly and setting everything right.

Everybody dawdled that morning, and it was noon before the girls found energy enough even to take up their worsted work.

Something in the manner of her friends struck Meg at once.

They treated her with more respect, she thought, took quite a tender interest in what she said, and looked at her with eyes that plainly betrayed curiosity.