He stood so still that a squirrel, busy with its harvesting, ran down a pine close beside him, saw him suddenly and skipped back, scolding so shrilly that Beth looked up, espied the wistful face behind the birches, and beckoned with a reassuring smile.
"May I come in, please?
Or shall I be a bother ?" he asked, advancing slowly.
Meg lifted her eyebrows, but Jo scowled at her defiantly and said at once, "Of course you may.

We should have asked you before, only we thought you wouldn't care for such a girl's game as this." "I always like your games, but if Meg doesn't want me, I'll go away." "I've no objection, if you do something.

It's against the rules to be idle here," replied Meg gravely but graciously.
"Much obliged.

I'll do anything if you'll let me stop a bit, for it's as dull as the Desert of Sahara down there.

Shall I sew, read, cone, draw, or do all at once?
Bring on your bears.