“She has sold everything she had that was worth selling, and now she is enjoying herself. The flower-table is always attractive, you know, ‘especially to gentlemen.’ ”
Jo couldn’t resist giving that little slap, but May took it so meekly she regretted it a minute after, and fell to praising the great vases, which still remained unsold.
“Is Amy’s illumination anywhere about? I took a fancy to buy that for father,” said Jo, very anxious to learn the fate of her sister’s work.
“Everything of Amy’s sold long ago; I took care that the right people saw them, and they made a nice little sum of money for us,” returned May, who had overcome sundry small temptations, as well as Amy, that day.
Much gratified, Jo rushed back to tell the good news; and Amy looked both touched and surprised by the report of May’s words and manner.
“Now, gentlemen, I want you to go and do your duty by the other tables as generously as you have by mine—especially the art-table,” she said, ordering out “Teddy’s Own,” as the girls called the college friends.
“ ‘Charge, Chester, charge!’ is the motto for that table; but do your duty like men, and you’ll get your money’s worth of art in every sense of the word,” said the irrepressible Jo, as the devoted phalanx prepared to take the field.
“To hear is to obey, but March is fairer far than May,” said little Parker, making a frantic effort to be both witty and tender, and getting promptly quenched by Laurie, who said, “Very well, my son, for a small boy!” and walked him off, with a paternal pat on the head.
“Buy the vases,” whispered Amy to Laurie, as a final heaping of coals of fire on her enemy’s head.