I'm so silly that I liked to think no one knew, and while I was deciding what to say, I felt like the girls in books, who have such things to do.

Forgive me, Mother, I'm paid for my silliness now.

I never can look him in the face again." "What did you say to him ?" asked Mrs.March.
"I only said I was too young to do anything about it yet, that I didn't wish to have secrets from you, and he must speak to father.

I was very grateful for his kindness, and would be his friend, but nothing more, for a long while." Mrs.March smiled, as if well pleased, and Jo clapped her hands, exclaiming, with a laugh, "You are almost equal to Caroline Percy, who was a pattern of prudence! Tell on, Meg.

What did he say to that ?" "He writes in a different way entirely, telling me that he never sent any love letter at all, and is very sorry that my roguish sister, Jo, should take liberties with our names.