It doesn't for me, and furbelows only worry me." "Oh, dear!" sighed Amy, "now she's in a contrary fit, and will drive me distracted before I can get her properly ready.

I'm sure it's no pleasure to me to go today, but it's a debt we owe society, and there's no one to pay it but you and me.

I'll do anything for you, Jo, if you'll only dress yourself nicely, and come and help me do the civil.
You can talk so well, look so aristocratic in your best things, and behave so beautifully, if you try, that I'm proud of you.

I'm afraid to go alone, do come and take care of me." "You're an artful little puss to flatter and wheedle your cross old sister in that way.

The idea of my being aristocratic and well-bred, and your being afraid to go anywhere alone! I don't know which is the most absurd.