A Little Feast at Night

Santa claus said, beth, mother did it. And meg smiled her sweetest in spite of her gray beard and white eyebrows. Aunt march had a good fit and sent the supper cried jo, with a sudden inspiration, all wrong. Old mister lawrence sent it, replied missus march, the lawrence's boy's grandfather. What in the world would put such a thing into his head? We don't know him, exclaimed meg. Hannah told one of his servants about your breakfast party. He is an odd old gentleman, but that pleased him. He knew my father years ago, and he sent me a polite note this afternoon saying he hoped i would allow him to