sofa, he sat down with a sigh of satisfaction, saying, gratefully, —
"How kind you are! Yes, that's what it wanted. Now please take the big chair, and let me do something to amuse my company."
"No; I came to amuse you. Shall I read aloud?" and Jo looked affectionately toward some inviting books near by.
"Thank you; I've read all those, and if you don't mind, I'd rather talk," answered Laurie.
"Not a bit; I'll talk all day if you'll only set me going. Beth says I never know when to stop."
"Is Beth the rosy one, who stays at home a good deal, and sometimes goes out with a little basket?" asked Laurie, with interest.
"Yes, that's Beth; she's my girl, and a regular good one she is, too."
"The pretty one is Meg, and the curly-haired one is Amy, I believe?"
"How did you find that out?"
Laurie colored up, but answered, frankly, "Why, you see, I often hear you calling to one another, and when I'm alone up here, I can't help looking over at your house, you always seem to be having such good times. I beg your pardon for being so rude, but sometimes you forget to put down the curtain at the window where the flowers are; and, when the lamps are lighted, it's like looking at a picture to see the fire, and you all round the table with your mother; her face is right opposite, and it looks so sweet behind the flowers, I can't help watching it. I haven't got any