Mr. Bhaer stood by , watching her blush and blunder , and as he watched , his own bewilderment seemed to subside , for he was beginning to see that on some occasions , women , like dreams , go by contraries . When they came out , he put the parcel under his arm with a more cheerful aspect , and splashed through the puddles as if he rather enjoyed it on the whole . `` Should we no do a little what you call shopping for the babies , and haf a farewell feast tonight if I go for my last call at your so pleasant home ? '' he asked , stopping before a window full of fruit and flowers . `` What will we buy ? '' asked Jo , ignoring the latter part of his speech , and sniffing the mingled odors with an affectation of delight as they went in . `` May they haf oranges and figs ? '' asked Mr. Bhaer , with a paternal air . `` They eat them when they can get them . '' `` Do you care for nuts ? '' `` Like a squirrel . '' `` Hamburg grapes . Yes , we shall drink to the Fatherland in those ? '' Jo frowned upon that piece of extravagance , and asked why he did n't buy a frail of dates , a cask of raisins , and a bag of almonds , and be done with it ? Whereat Mr. Bhaer confiscated her purse , produced his own , and finished the marketing by buying several pounds of grapes , a pot of rosy daisies , and a pretty jar of honey , to be regarded in the light of a demijohn . Then distorting his pockets with knobby bundles , and giving her the flowers to hold , he put up the old umbrella , and they traveled on again . `` Miss Marsch , I haf a great favor to ask of you , '' began the Professor , after a moist promenade of half a block . `` Yes , sir ? '' and Jo 's heart began to beat so hard she was afraid he would hear it . `` I am bold to say it in spite of the rain , because so short a time remains to me . ''
`` Yes , sir , '' and XXXXX nearly crushed the small flowerpot with the sudden squeeze she gave it .
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