nom a cette jeune demoiselle en les pantoufles jolis?"
"How nicely you do it! Let me see . . . you said, 'Who is the
young lady in the pretty slippers', didn't you?"
"Oui, mademoiselle."
"It's my sister Margaret, and you knew it was! Do you think
she is pretty?"
"Yes, she makes me think of the German girls, she looks so
fresh and quiet, and dances like a lady."
Jo quite glowed with pleasure at this boyish praise of her sister,
and stored it up to repeat to Meg. Both peeped and critisized and
chatted till they felt like old acquaintances. Laurie's bashfulness
soon wore off, for Jo's gentlemanly demeanor amused and set him at
his ease, and Jo was her merry self again, because her dress was
forgotten and nobody lifted their eyebrows at her. She liked the
'Laurence boy' better than ever and took several good looks at him,
so that she might describe him to the girls, for they had no
brothers, very few male cousins, and boys were almost unknown
creatures to them.
"Curly black hair, brown skin, big black eyes, handsome nose,
fine teeth, small hands and feet, taller than I am, very polite,
for a boy, and altogether jolly. Wonder how old he is?"
