Ca n't you make them do ? '' `` I can hold them crumpled up in my hand , so no one will know how stained they are . That 's all I can do . No ! I 'll tell you how we can manage , each wear one good one and carry a bad one . Do n't you see ? '' `` Your hands are bigger than mine , and you will stretch my glove dreadfully , '' began Meg , whose gloves were a tender point with her . `` Then I 'll go without . I do n't care what people say ! '' cried Jo , taking up her book . `` You may have it , you may ! Only do n't stain it , and do behave nicely . Do n't put your hands behind you , or stare , or say ` Christopher Columbus ! ' will you ? '' `` Do n't worry about me . I 'll be as prim as I can and not get into any scrapes , if I can help it . Now go and answer your note , and let me finish this splendid story . '' So Meg went away to ` accept with thanks ' , look over her dress , and sing blithely as she did up her one real lace frill , while Jo finished her story , her four apples , and had a game of romps with Scrabble . On New Year 's Eve the parlor was deserted , for the two younger girls played dressing maids and the two elder were absorbed in the all-important business of ` getting ready for the party ' . Simple as the toilets were , there was a great deal of running up and down , laughing and talking , and at one time a strong smell of burned hair pervaded the house .
XXXXX wanted a few curls about her face , and Jo undertook to pinch the papered locks with a pair of hot tongs .
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