“I had a capital time. Did you?” asked Jo, rumpling up her hair, and making herself comfortable.

“Yes, till I hurt myself. Sallie’s friend, Annie Moffat, took a fancy to me, and asked me to come and spend a week with her, 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?”