Маленькие женщины

The Laurence Boy

           Nowgoandansweryournote,andletmefinishthissplendidstory."

           SoMegwentawayto‘acceptwiththanks’,lookoverherdress,andsingblithelyasshedidupheronereallacefrill,whileJofinishedherstory,herfourapples,andhadagameofrompswithScrabble.

           OnNewYear’sEvetheparlorwasdeserted,forthetwoyoungergirlsplayeddressingmaidsandthetwoelderwereabsorbedintheall-importantbusinessof‘gettingreadyfortheparty’.Simpleasthetoiletswere,therewasagreatdealofrunningupanddown,laughingandtalking,andatonetimeastrongsmellofburnedhairpervadedthehouse.Megwantedafewcurlsaboutherface,andJoundertooktopinchthepaperedlockswithapairofhottongs.

           "Oughttheytosmokelikethat?"askedBethfromherperchonthebed.

           "It’sthedampnessdrying,"repliedJo.

           "Whataqueersmell!It’slikeburnedfeathers,"observedAmy,smoothingherownprettycurlswithasuperiorair.

           "There,nowI’lltakeoffthepapersandyou’llseeacloudoflittleringlets,"saidJo,puttingdownthetongs.

           Shedidtakeoffthepapers,butnocloudofringletsappeared,forthehaircamewiththepapers,andthehorrifiedhairdresserlaidarowoflittlescorchedbundlesonthebureaubeforehervictim.

           "Oh,oh,oh!Whathaveyoudone?I’mspoiled!Ican’tgo!Myhair,oh,myhair!"wailedMeg,lookingwithdespairattheunevenfrizzleonherforehead.

           "Justmyluck!Youshouldn’thaveaskedmetodoit.Ialwaysspoileverything.

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