Do n't care who it is ; and I hope you 'll be married soon . Now tell me all about it , ' commanded Mrs Jo , so much relieved that she felt ready for anything . ` What will Nan say ? ' demanded Tom , rather taken aback at this view of his predicament . ` She will be rejoiced to get rid of the mosquito who has plagued her so long . Do n't worry about Nan . Who is this `` other girl '' ? ' ` Demi has n't written about her ? ' ` Only something about your upsetting a Miss West down at Quitno ; I thought that was scrape enough . ' ` That was only the beginning of a series of scrapes . Just my luck ! Of course after sousing the poor girl I had to be attentive to her , had n't I ? Everyone seemed to think so , and I could n't get away , and so I was lost before I knew it . It 's all Demi 's fault , he would stay there and fuss with his old photos , because the views were good and all the girls wanted to be taken . Look at these , will you , ma'am ? That 's the way we spent our time when we were n't playing tennis ' ; and Tom pulled a handful of pictures from his pocket , displaying several in which he was conspicuous , either holding a sun-umbrella over a very pretty young lady on the rocks , reposing at her feet in the grass , or perched on a piazza railing with other couples in seaside costumes and effective attitudes . ` This is she of course ? ' asked Mrs Jo , pointing to the much-ruffled damsel with the jaunty hat , coquettish shoes , and racquet in her hand . ` That 's Dora . Is n't she lovely ? '
cried XXXXX , forgetting his tribulations for a moment and speaking with lover-like ardour .
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