I 'm not playing , I never do , '' said Frank , dismayed at the sentimental predicament out of which he was to rescue the absurd couple . Beth had disappeared behind Jo , and Grace was asleep . `` So the poor knight is to be left sticking in the hedge , is he ? '' asked Mr. Brooke , still watching the river , and playing with the wild rose in his buttonhole . `` I guess the princess gave him a posy , and opened the gate after a while , '' said Laurie , smiling to himself , as he threw acorns at his tutor . `` What a piece of nonsense we have made ! With practice we might do something quite clever . Do you know Truth ? '' `` I hope so , '' said Meg soberly . `` The game , I mean ? '' `` What is it ? '' said Fred . `` Why , you pile up your hands , choose a number , and draw out in turn , and the person who draws at the number has to answer truly any question put by the rest . It 's great fun . '' `` Let 's try it , '' said Jo , who liked new experiments . Miss Kate and Mr. Brooke , Meg , and Ned declined , but Fred , Sallie , Jo , and Laurie piled and drew , and the lot fell to Laurie . `` Who are your heroes ? '' asked Jo . `` Grandfather and Napoleon . '' `` Which lady here do you think prettiest ? ''
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