`` How quickly you guessed ! Yes , it 's about her , and though it 's a little thing , it fidgets me . '' `` Beth is asleep . Speak low , and tell me all about it . That Moffat has n't been here , I hope ? '' asked Mrs. March rather sharply . `` No . I should have shut the door in his face if he had , '' said Jo , settling herself on the floor at her mother 's feet . `` Last summer Meg left a pair of gloves over at the Laurences ' and only one was returned . We forgot about it , till Teddy told me that Mr. Brooke owned that he liked Meg but did n't dare say so , she was so young and he so poor . Now , is n't it a dreadful state of things ? '' `` Do you think Meg cares for him ? '' asked Mrs. March , with an anxious look . `` Mercy me ! I do n't know anything about love and such nonsense ! '' cried Jo , with a funny mixture of interest and contempt . `` In novels , the girls show it by starting and blushing , fainting away , growing thin , and acting like fools . Now Meg does not do anything of the sort . She eats and drinks and sleeps like a sensible creature , she looks straight in my face when I talk about that man , and only blushes a little bit when Teddy jokes about lovers . I forbid him to do it , but he does n't mind me as he ought . ''
`` Then you fancy that XXXXX is not interested in John ? ''
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