Маленькие женщины

Castles in the Air

           Allwalkedquietlythroughthegarden,outatthelittlebackgate,andbegantoclimbthehillthatlaybetweenthehouseandriver.

           "Well,that’scool,"saidLaurietohimself,"tohaveapicnicandneveraskme!Theycan’tbegoingintheboat,fortheyhaven’tgotthekey.Perhapstheyforgotit.I’lltakeittothem,andseewhat’sgoingon."

           Thoughpossessedofhalfadozenhats,ittookhimsometimetofindone,thentherewasahuntforthekey,whichwasatlastdiscoveredinhispocket,sothatthegirlswerequiteoutofsightwhenheleapedthefenceandranafterthem.Takingtheshortestwaytotheboathouse,hewaitedforthemtoappear,butnoonecame,andhewentupthehilltotakeanobservation.Agroveofpinescoveredonepartofit,andfromtheheartofthisgreenspotcameaclearersoundthanthesoftsighofthepinesorthedrowsychirpofthecrickets.

           "Here’salandscape!"thoughtLaurie,peepingthroughthebushes,andlookingwide-awakeandgood-naturedalready.

           Itwasaratherprettylittlepicture,forthesisterssattogetherintheshadynook,withsunandshadowflickeringoverthem,thearomaticwindliftingtheirhairandcoolingtheirhotcheeks,andallthelittlewoodpeoplegoingonwiththeiraffairsasifthesewerenostrangersbutoldfriends.Megsatuponhercushion,sewingdaintilywithherwhitehands,andlookingasfreshandsweetasaroseinherpinkdressamongthegreen.Bethwassortingtheconesthatlaythickunderthehemlocknearby,forshemadeprettythingswiththem.

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