“May I come in, please? or shall I be a bother?” he asked, advancing slowly.

Meg lifted her eyebrows, but Jo scowled at her defiantly, and said, at once, “Of course you may. We should have asked you before, only we thought you wouldn’t care for such a girl’s game as this.”

“I always liked your games; but if Meg doesn’t want me, I’ll go away.”

“I’ve no objection, if you do something; it’s against the rules to be idle here,” replied Meg, gravely but graciously.

“Much obliged; I’ll do anything if you’ll let me stop a bit, for it’s as dull as the Desert of Sahara down there. Shall I sew, read, cone, draw, or do all at once? Bring on your bears; I’m ready,” and Laurie sat down, with a submissive expression delightful to behold.

“Finish this story while I set my heel,” said Jo, handing him the book.