` Do n't I ! and how you steeped me in wormwood till I was a fine mahogany colour , and Aunt Jo wailed over my spoilt jacket , ' laughed Tom , a boy again in a minute . ` And how you set the house afire ? ' ` And you ran off for your band-box ? ' ` Do you ever say `` Thunder-turtles '' now ? ' ` Do people ever call you `` Giddy-gaddy '' ? ' ` Daisy does . Dear thing , I have n't seen her for a week . ' ' I saw Demi this morning , and he said she was keeping house for Mother Bhaer . ' ` She always does when Aunt Jo gets into a vortex . Daisy is a model housekeeper ; and you could n't do better than make your bow to her , if you ca n't go to work and wait till you are grown up before you begin lovering . ' ` Nat would break his fiddle over my head if I suggested such a thing . No , thank you . Another name is engraved upon my heart as indelibly as the blue anchor on my arm . `` Hope '' is my motto , and `` No surrender '' , yours ; see who will hold out longest . ' ` You silly boys think we must pair off as we did when children ; but we shall do nothing of the kind . How well Parnassus looks from here ! ' said Nan , abruptly changing the conversation again . ` It is a fine house ; but I love old Plum best . Would n't Aunt March stare if she could see the changes here ? '
answered XXXXX , as they both paused at the great gate to look at the pleasant landscape before them .
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