whisk out
her pocket
handkerchief
with a
sudden dew
in her
sharp old
eyes. A
crash, a
cry, and a
laugh from
Laurie,
accompanied
by the
indecorous
exclamation,
“Jupiter
Ammon!
Jo’s upset
the cake
again!”
caused a
momentary
flurry,
which was
hardly
over when
a flock of
cousins
arrived,
and “the
party came
in”, as
Beth used
to say
when a
child.
“Don’t let
that young
giant come
near me,
he worries
me worse
than
mosquitoes,”
whispered
the old
lady to
Amy, as
the rooms
