`` Hold your tongue ! '' cried Jo , covering her ears . '' ` Prunes and prisms ' are my doom , and I may as well make up my mind to it . I came here to moralize , not to hear things that make me skip to think of . '' `` I know Meg would wet-blanket such a proposal , but I thought you had more spirit , '' began Laurie insinuatingly . `` Bad boy , be quiet ! Sit down and think of your own sins , do n't go making me add to mine . If I get your grandpa to apologize for the shaking , will you give up running away ? '' asked Jo seriously . `` Yes , but you wo n't do it , '' answered Laurie , who wished to make up , but felt that his outraged dignity must be appeased first . `` If I can manage the young one , I can the old one , '' muttered Jo , as she walked away , leaving Laurie bent over a railroad map with his head propped up on both hands . `` Come in ! '' and Mr. Laurence 's gruff voice sounded gruffer than ever , as Jo tapped at his door . `` It 's only me , Sir , come to return a book , '' she said blandly , as she entered . `` Want any more ? '' asked the old gentleman , looking grim and vexed , but trying not to show it . `` Yes , please . I like old Sam so well , I think I 'll try the second volume , '' returned Jo , hoping to propitiate him by accepting a second dose of Boswell 's Johnson , as he had recommended that lively work . The shaggy eyebrows unbent a little as he rolled the steps toward the shelf where the Johnsonian literature was placed . Jo skipped up , and sitting on the top step , affected to be searching for her book , but was really wondering how best to introduce the dangerous object of her visit .
Mr. XXXXX seemed to suspect that something was brewing in her mind , for after taking several brisk turns about the room , he faced round on her , speaking so abruptly that Rasselas tumbled face downward on the floor .
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