Dance Me to the End of Love

Dance Me to the End of Love
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¡¡¡¡`Well, don't make a porcupine of yourself, it isn't becoming. Settle your wig, Jo, and tell me if I shall telegraph to your mother or do anything?' asked Laurie, who never had been reconciled to the loss of his friend's one beauty. ¡¡¡¡`That is what troubles me,' said Meg. `I think we ought to tell her if Beth is really ill, but Hannah says we mustn't, for Mother can't leave Father, and it will only make them anxious. Beth won't be sick long, and Hannah knows just what to do, and Mother said we were to mind her, so I suppose we must, but it doesn't seem quite right to me.' ¡¡¡¡`Hum, well, I can't s
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ay; suppose you ask grandfather after the doctor has been.' ¡¡¡¡`We will. Jo, go and get Dr. Bangs at once,' commanded Meg; `we can't decide anything till he has been.' ¡¡¡¡`Stay where you are, Jo; I'm errand-boy to this establishment,' said Laurie, taking up his cap. ¡¡¡¡`I'm afraid you are busy,' began Meg. ¡¡¡¡`No, I've done my lessons for today.' ¡¡¡¡`Do you study in vacation time?' asked Jo.