And if you grow like him she wo n't be willing to have us frolic together as we do now . '' `` Wo n't she ? '' asked Laurie anxiously . `` No , she ca n't bear fashionable young men , and she 'd shut us all up in bandboxes rather than have us associate with them . '' `` Well , she need n't get out her bandboxes yet . I 'm not a fashionable party and do n't mean to be , but I do like harmless larks now and then , do n't you ? '' `` Yes , nobody minds them , so lark away , but do n't get wild , will you ? Or there will be an end of all our good times . '' `` I 'll be a double distilled saint . '' `` I ca n't bear saints . Just be a simple , honest , respectable boy , and we 'll never desert you . I do n't know what I should do if you acted like Mr. King 's son . He had plenty of money , but did n't know how to spend it , and got tipsy and gambled , and ran away , and forged his father 's name , I believe , and was altogether horrid . '' `` You think I 'm likely to do the same ? Much obliged . '' `` No , I do n't -- oh , dear , no ! -- but I hear people talking about money being such a temptation , and I sometimes wish you were poor . I should n't worry then . '' `` Do you worry about me , Jo ? '' `` A little , when you look moody and discontented , as you sometimes do , for you 've got such a strong will , if you once get started wrong , I 'm afraid it would be hard to stop you . ''
Laurie walked in silence a few minutes , and XXXXX watched him , wishing she had held her tongue , for his eyes looked angry , though his lips smiled as if at her warnings .
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