"What possessed you to tell those stories about my saddle, and the hats and boots, and all the rest of it ?" "Why, it's funny, and amuses people.

They know we are poor, so it's no use pretending that we have grooms, buy three or four hats a season, and have things as easy and fine as they do." "You needn't go and tell them all our little shifts, and expose our poverty in that perfectly unnecessary way.

You haven't a bit of proper pride, and never will learn when to hold your tongue and when to speak," said Amy despairingly.
Poor Jo looked abashed, and silently chafed the end of her nose with the stiff handkerchief, as if performing a penance for her misdemeanors.
"How shall I behave here ?" she asked, as they approached the third mansion.
"Just as you please.

I wash my hands of you," was Amy's short answer.
"Then I'll enjoy myself.

The boys are at home, and we'll have a comfortable time.