I don't care much for company dancingIt's no fun to go sailing roundI like to fly about and cut capers
"You can't ask Mother for new ones, they are so expensive, and you are so carelessShe said when you spoiled the others that she shouldn't get you any more this winterCan't you make them do?"
"I can hold them crumpled up in my hand, so no one will know how stained they areNo! I'll tell you how we can manage, each wear one good one and carry a bad oneDon't you see?"
"Your hands are bigger than mine, and you will stretch my glove dreadfully," began Meg, whose gloves were a tender point with her
"Then I'll go withoutI don't care what people say!" cried Jo, taking up her book
"You may have it, you may! Only don't stain it, and do behave nicelyDon't put your hands behind you, or stare, or say `Christopher Columbus!' will you?"
"Don't worry about meI'll be as prim ad I can and not get into any scrapes, if I can help itNow go and http://www.ooluxury.com/scategory_2_Chanel.html" target="_blank answer your note, and let me finish this splendid story
So Meg went away to `accept with thanks', look over her dress, and sing blithely as she did up her one real lace frill, while Jo finished her story, her four apples, and had a game of romps with Scrabble
On New Year's Eve the parlor was deserted, for the two younger girls played dressing maids and the two elder were absorbed in the all-important business of `getting ready for the party'Simple as the toilets were, there was a great deal of running up and down, laughing and talking, and at one time a strong smell of burned hair pervaded the houseMeg wanted a few curls about her face, and Jo undertook to pinch the papered locks with a pair of hot tongs
"Ought they to smoke like that?" asked Beth from her perch on the bed
"It's the dampness drying," replied Jo
"What a queer smell! It's like burned feathers," observed Amy, smoothing her own pretty curls with a superior air
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She did take off the papers, but no cloud of ringlets appeared, for the hair came with the papers, and the horrified hairdresser laid a row of little scorched bundles on the bureau before her victim
"Oh, oh, oh! What have you done? I'm spoiled! I can't go! My hair, oh, my hair!" wailed Meg, looking with despair at the uneven frizzle on her forehead
"Just my luck! You shouldn't have asked me to do itI always spoil everythingI'm so sorry, but the tongs were too hot, and so I've made a mess," groaned poor Jo, regarding the little black pancakes with tears of regretJust frizzle it, and tie your ribbon so the ends come on your forehead a bit, and it will look like the last fashionI've seen many girls do it so," said Amy consolingly
"Serves me right for trying to be fineI wish I'd let my hair alone," cried Meg petulantly
"So do I, it http://www.irluxury.com/categorys_99_Gucci-Tote_1.html" target="_blank was so smooth and prettyBut it will soon grow out again," said Beth, coming to kiss and comfort the shorn sheep
After various lesser mishaps, Meg was finished at last, and by the united exertions of the entire family Jo's hair was got up and her dress onThey looked very well in their simple suits, Meg's in silvery drab, with a blue velvet snood, lace frills, and the pearl pinJo in maroon, with a stiff, gentlemanly linen collar, and a white chrysanthemum or two for her only ornamentEach put on one nice light glove, and carried one soiled one, and all pronounced the effect "quite easy and fine"Meg's high-heeled slippers were very tight and hurt her, though she would not own it, and Jo's nineteen hairpins all seemed stuck straight into her head, which was not exactly comfortable, but, dear me, let us be elegant or die
"Have a good time, dearies!" said MrsMarch, as the sisters went daintily down the walk"Don't eat much supper, and come http://www.ooluxury.com/scategory_2_Chanel.html" target="_blank away at eleven when I send Hannah for you As the gate clashed behind them, a voice cried from a window
"Girls, girls! Have you you both got nice pocket handkerchiefs?"
"Yes, yes, spandy nice, and Meg has cologne on hers," cried Jo, adding with a laugh as they went on, "I do believe Marmee would ask that if we were all running away from an earthquake
"It is one of her aristocratic tastes, and quite proper, for a real lady is always known by neat boots, gloves, and handkerchief," replied Meg, who had a good many little `aristocratic tastes' of her own
"Now don't forget to keep the bad breadth out of sight, JoIs my sash right? And does my hair look very bad?" said Meg, as she turned from the glass in MrsGardiner's dressing room after a prolonged prink
"I know I shall forgetIf you see me doing anything wrong, just remind me by a wink, will you?" returned Jo, giving her collar a twitch and her head a hasty brush
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