I'll Give in Rather Than Hurt His Feelings?

Jo smothered a laugh at the sudden change, and when some one gave a modest tap, opened the door with a grim pect which was anything but hospitable. She blushed up to the little curls on her forehead, for he had never called her margaret before. Meg began to sidle toward the door, murmuring, mother will like to see you. Pray. Sit down. Don't go. Are you afraid of me? Margaret? And er brooke looked so hurt that meg thought she must have done something very rude. It's very well. He's in the rack. I'll get him and tell it you were here. Jo slipped out of the