and lay staring up at him in startled silence, till he stooped and kissed her. Then she knew him, and flew up, crying joyfully—
“O my Teddy! O my Teddy!”
“Dear Jo, you are glad to see me, then?”
“Glad! My blessed boy, words can’t express my gladness. Where’s Amy?”
“Your mother has got her down at Meg’s. We stopped there by the way, and there was no getting my wife out of their clutches.”
“Your what?” cried Jo, for Laurie uttered those two words with an unconscious pride and satisfaction which betrayed him.
“Oh, the dickens! now I’ve done it;” and he looked so guilty that Jo was down upon him like a flash.
“You’ve gone and got married!”
“Yes, please, but I never will again;” and he went down upon his knees, with a penitent clasping of hands, and a face full of mischief, mirth, and triumph.
“Actually married?”
“Very much so, thank you.”
“Mercy on us! What dreadful thing will you do next?” and Jo fell into her seat, with a gasp.
“A characteristic, but not exactly complimentary, congratulation,” returned Laurie, still in an abject attitude, but beaming with satisfaction.
“What can you expect, when you take one’s breath away, creeping in like a burglar, and letting cats out of bags like that? Get up, you ridiculous boy, and tell me all about it.”