`` Me went to see little Mary . '' `` And what did you there ? '' `` I kissed her , '' began Demi , with artless frankness . `` Prut ! Thou beginnest early . What did the little Mary say to that ? '' asked Mr. Bhaer , continuing to confess the young sinner , who stood upon the knee , exploring the waistcoat pocket . `` Oh , she liked it , and she kissed me , and I liked it . Do n't little boys like little girls ? '' asked Demi , with his mouth full , and an air of bland satisfaction . `` You precocious chick ! Who put that into your head ? '' said Jo , enjoying the innocent revelation as much as the Professor . '' 'T is n't in mine head , it 's in mine mouf , '' answered literal Demi , putting out his tongue , with a chocolate drop on it , thinking she alluded to confectionery , not ideas . `` Thou shouldst save some for the little friend . Sweets to the sweet , mannling , '' and Mr. Bhaer offered Jo some , with a look that made her wonder if chocolate was not the nectar drunk by the gods . Demi also saw the smile , was impressed by it , and artlessy inquired . . . `` Do great boys like great girls , to , ` Fessor ? ''
Like young Washington , Mr. Bhaer ` could n't tell a lie ' , so he gave the somewhat vague reply that he believed they did sometimes , in a tone that made Mr. March put down his clothesbrush , glance at XXXXX 's retiring face , and then sink into his chair , looking as if the ` precocious chick ' had put an idea into his head that was both sweet and sour .
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