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`I\'m not Meg tonight; I\'m a "doll", who does all sorts of crazy things. Tomorrow I shall put away my "fuss and feathers", and be desperately good again,\' she answered, with an affected little laugh.
`Wish tomorrow was here, then,\' muttered Laurie, walking off, ill-pleased at the change he saw in her.
Meg danced and flirted, chattered and giggled, as the other girls did; after supper she undertook the German polka, and blundered through it, nearly upsetting her partner with her long skirt, and romping in a way that scandalized Laurie, who looked on, and meditated a lecture. But he got no chance to deliver it, for Meg kept away from him till he came to say good night.
`Remember!\' she said, trying to smile, for the splitting headache had already begun.
`Silence * la mort,\' relied Laurie, with a melodramatic flourish, as he went away.
This little bit of byplay excited Annie\'s curiosity; but Meg was too tired for gossip, and went to bed feeling as if she had been to a masquerade, and hadn\'t enjoyed herself as much as she expected. She was sick all the next day, and on Saturday went home, quite used up with her fortnight\'s fun, and feeling that she had `sat in the lap of luxury\' long enough.
`It does seem pleasant to be quiet, and not have company manners on all the time. Home is a nice place, though it isn\'t splendid,\' said Meg, looking about her with a restful expression as she sat with her mother and Jo on the Sunday evening.
`I\'m glad to hear you say so, dear, for I was afraid home would seem dull and poor to you after your fine quarters,\' replied her mother, who had given her many anxious looks that day; for motherly eyes are quick to see any change in children\'s faces. Meg had told her adventures gaily, and said over and over what a charming time she had had; but something still seemed to weigh upon her spirits, and, when the younger girls were gone to bed, she sat thoughtfully staring at the fire, saying little, and looking worried.
As the clock struck nine, and Jo proposed bed, Meg suddenly left her chair, and taking Beth\'s stool, leaned her elbows on her mother\'s knee, saying bravely:
`Marmee, I want to "\'fess".\'
`I thought so; what is it, dear?\'
`Shall I go away?\' asked Jo, discreetly.
`Of course not; don\'t I always tell you everything? I was ashamed to speak of it before the children, but I want you to know all the dreadful things I did at the Moffats\'.\'
`We are prepared,\' said Mrs. March, smiling, but looking a little anxious.
`I told you they dressed me up, but I didn\'t tell you that they powdered and squeezed and frizzled, and made me look like a fashion-plate. Laurie thought I wasn\'t proper; I know he did, though he didn\'t say so, and one man called me "a doll". I knew it was silly, but they flattered me, and said I was a beauty, and quantities of nonsense, so I let them make a fool of me.\'
`Is that all?\' asked Jo, as Mrs. March looked silently at the downcast face of her pretty daughter, and could not find it in her heart to blame her little follies.
`No; I drank champagne, and romped, and tried to flirt69 and was altogether abominable,\' said Meg, self-reproachfully.
`There is something more, I think,\' and Mrs. March smoothed the soft cheek, which suddenly grew rosy, as Meg answered slowly:
`Yes; it\'s very silly, but I want to tell it, because I hate to have people say and think such things about us and Laurie.\'
Then she told the various bits of gossip she had heard at the Moffats\'; and, as she spoke, Jo saw her mother fold her lips tightly, as if ill pleased that such ideas should be put into Meg\'s innocent mind.
`Well, if that isn\'t the greatest rubbish I ever heard,\' cried Jo, indignantly. `Why didn\'t you pop out and tell them so, on the spot?\'
`I couldn\'t, it was so embarrassing for me. I couldn\'t help hearing at first, and then I was so angry and ashamed, I didn\'t remember that I ought to go away.\'
`Just wait till I see Annie Moffat, and I\'ll show you how to settle such ridiculous stuff. The idea of having "plans", and being kind to Laurie because he\'s rich, and may marry us by and by! Won\'t he shout when I tell him what those silly things say about us poor children?\' and Jo laughed, as if, on second thoughts, the thing struck her as a good joke.

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