`` How absurd of you ! The girls dressed me up for fun , and I rather like it . Would n't Jo stare if she saw me ? '' said Meg , bent on making him say whether he thought her improved or not . `` Yes , I think she would , '' returned Laurie gravely . `` Do n't you like me so ? '' asked Meg . `` No , I do n't , '' was the blunt reply . `` Why not ? '' in an anxious tone . He glanced at her frizzled head , bare shoulders , and fantastically trimmed dress with an expression that abashed her more than his answer , which had not a particle of his usual politeness in it . `` I do n't like fuss and feathers . '' That was altogether too much from a lad younger than herself , and Meg walked away , saying petulantly , `` You are the rudest boy I ever saw . '' Feeling very much ruffled , she went and stood at a quiet window to cool her cheeks , for the tight dress gave her an uncomfortably brilliant color . As she stood there , Major Lincoln passed by , and a minute after she heard him saying to his mother ... `` They are making a fool of that little girl . I wanted you to see her , but they have spoiled her entirely . She 's nothing but a doll tonight . '' `` Oh , dear ! '' sighed Meg . `` I wish I 'd been sensible and worn my own things , then I should not have disgusted other people , or felt so uncomfortable and ashamed of myself . ''
She leaned her forehead on the cool pane , and stood half hidden by the curtains , never minding that her favorite waltz had begun , till some one touched her , and turning , she saw XXXXX , looking penitent , as he said , with his very best bow and his hand out ... `` Please forgive my rudeness , and come and dance with me . ''
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