when Sallie does. She is going in the spring, when the opera comes; and it will be perfectly splendid, if mother only lets me go,” answered Meg, cheering up at the thought.
“I saw you dancing with the redheaded man I ran away from. Was he nice?”
“Oh, very! His hair is auburn, not red; and he was very polite, and I had a delicious redowa with him.”
“He looked like a grasshopper in a fit, when he did the new step. Laurie and I couldn’t help laughing. Did you hear us?”
“No; but it was very rude. What were you about all that time, hidden away there?”
Jo told her adventures, and, by the time she had finished, they were at home. With many thanks, they said “Good night,” and crept in, hoping to disturb no one; but the instant their door creaked, two little nightcaps bobbed up, and two sleepy but eager voices cried out—