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Little Women

Jo Meets Apollyon
"Girls, where are you going?" asked Amy, coming into their room one Saturday
afternoon, and finding them getting ready to go out with an air of secrecy which excited
her curiosity.
"Never mind. Little girls shouldn't ask questions," returned Jo sharply.
Now if there is anything mortifying to out feelings when we are young, it is to be told
that, and to be bidden to "run away, dear" is still more trying to us. Amy bridled up at this
insult, and determined to find out the secret, if she teased for an hour. Turning to Meg,
who never refused her anything very long, she said coaxingly, "Do tell me! I should think
you might let me go, too, for Beth is fussing over her piano, and I haven't got anything to
do, and am so lonely."
"I can't, dear, because you aren't invited," began Meg, but Jo broke in impatiently, "Now,
Meg, be quiet or you will spoil it all. You can't go, Amy, so don't be a baby and whine
about it."
"You are going somewhere with Laurie, I know you are. You were whispering and
laughing together on the sofa last night, and you stopped when I came in. Aren't you
going with him?"
"Yes, we are. Now do be still, and stop bothering."
Amy held her tongue, but used her eyes, and saw Meg slip a fan into her pocket.
"I know! I know! You're going to the theater to see the SEVEN CASTLES!" she cried,
adding resolutely, "and I shall go, for Mother said I might see it, and I've got my rag
money, and it was mean not to tell me in time."
"Just listen to me a minute, and be a good child," said Meg soothingly. "Mother doesn't
wish you to go this week, because your eyes are not well enough yet to bear the light of
this fairy piece. Next week you can go with Beth and Hannah, and have a nice time."
"I don't like that half as well as going with you and Laurie. Please let me. I've been sick
with this cold so long, and shut up, I'm dying for some fun. Do, Meg! I'll be ever so
good," pleaded Amy, looking as pathetic as she could.
"Suppose we take her. I don't believe Mother would mind, if we bundle her up well,"
began Meg.
"If she goes I shan't, and if I don't, Laurie won't like it, and it will be very rude, after he
invited only us, to go and drag in Amy. I should think she'd hate to poke herself where
she isn't wanted," said Jo crossly, for she disliked the trouble of overseeing a fidgety child
when she wanted to enjoy herself.
Her tone and manner angered Amy, who began to put her boots on, saying, in her most
aggravating way, "I shall go. Meg says I may, and if I pay for myself, Laurie hasn't
anything to do with it."
 
 
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