Settle your wig, Jo, and tell me if I shall telegraph to your mother, or do anything ?" asked Laurie, who never had been reconciled to the loss of his friend's one beauty.
"That is what troubles me," said Meg.

"I think we ought to tell her if Beth is really ill, but Hannah says we mustn't, for Mother can't leave Father, and it will only make them anxious.

Beth won't be sick long, and Hannah knows just what to do, and Mother said we were to mind her, so I suppose we must, but it doesn't seem quite right to me." "Hum, well, I can't say.

Suppose you ask Grandfather after the doctor has been." "We will.

Jo, go and get Dr.Bangs at once," commanded Meg.