`` Poor old Jo ! She came in looking as if bears were after her , '' said Beth , as she cuddled her sister 's feet with a motherly air . `` Aunt March is a regular samphire , is she not ? '' observed Amy , tasting her mixture critically . `` She means vampire , not seaweed , but it does n't matter . It 's too warm to be particular about one 's parts of speech , '' murmured Jo . `` What shall you do all your vacation ? '' asked Amy , changing the subject with tact . `` I shall lie abed late , and do nothing , '' replied Meg , from the depths of the rocking chair . `` I 've been routed up early all winter and had to spend my days working for other people , so now I 'm going to rest and revel to my heart 's content . '' `` No , '' said Jo , `` that dozy way would n't suit me . I 've laid in a heap of books , and I 'm going to improve my shining hours reading on my perch in the old apple tree , when I 'm not having l -- '' `` Do n't say ` larks ! ' '' implored Amy , as a return snub for the ` samphire ' correction . `` I 'll say ` nightingales ' then , with Laurie . That 's proper and appropriate , since he 's a warbler . '' `` Do n't let us do any lessons , Beth , for a while , but play all the time and rest , as the girls mean to , '' proposed Amy . `` Well , I will , if Mother does n't mind . I want to learn some new songs , and my children need fitting up for the summer . They are dreadfully out of order and really suffering for clothes . '' `` May we , Mother ? ''
asked XXXXX , turning to Mrs. March , who sat sewing in what they called ` Marmee 's corner ' .
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