Don't Plague Me

Meg says she doesn't care much about him and there isn't to be anything said, but we are all to be friendly and go on as before. Jo couldn't help smiling at the important air which meg had unconsciously assumed. If he did speak, you wouldn't know what to say, but would cry or blush or let him have his own way instead of giving a good decided decision. Meg spoke as if to her f and glanced out at the lane where she had often seen lovers walking together in the summer twilight i thought you were going to tell your speech to that man, said jo, rudely shortening her sister's little reverie. You are 16 now, quite old enough