`` About your age , '' Nan said . `` Nearer my sister Jo 's ; I am seventeen in August , '' returned Meg , tossing her head . `` It 's very nice of him to send you flowers , is n't it ? '' said Annie , looking wise about nothing . `` Yes , he often does , to all of us , for their house is full , and we are so fond of them . My mother and old Mr. Laurence are friends , you know , so it is quite natural that we children should play together , '' and Meg hoped they would say no more . `` It 's evident Daisy is n't out yet , '' said Miss Clara to Belle with a nod . `` Quite a pastoral state of innocence all round , '' returned Miss Belle with a shrug . `` I 'm going out to get some little matters for my girls . Can I do anything for you , young ladies ? '' asked Mrs. Moffat , lumbering in like an elephant in silk and lace . `` No , thank you , ma'am , '' replied Sallie . `` I 've got my new pink silk for Thursday and do n't want a thing . '' `` Nor I. . . '' began Meg , but stopped because it occurred to her that she did want several things and could not have them . `` What shall you wear ? '' asked Sallie . `` My old white one again , if I can mend it fit to be seen , it got sadly torn last night , '' said Meg , trying to speak quite easily , but feeling very uncomfortable . `` Why do n't you send home for another ? ''
said XXXXX , who was not an observing young lady .
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