PART 1
9. CHAPTER NINE
 (continued)
Meg smiled and relented, and whispered as they stood waiting
 to catch the time, "Take care my skirt doesn't trip you up.  It's
 the plague of my life and I was a goose to wear it." 
"Pin it round your neck, and then it will be useful," said
 Laurie, looking down at the little blue boots, which he evidently
 approved of. 
Away they went fleetly and gracefully, for having practiced
 at home, they were well matched, and the blithe young couple were
 a pleasant sight to see, as they twirled merrily round and round, 
 feeling more friendly than ever after their small tiff. 
"Laurie, I want you to do me a favor, will you?' said Meg, 
 as he stood fanning her when her breath gave out, which it did
 very soon though she would not own why. 
"Won't I!" said Laurie, with alacrity. 
"Please don't tell them at home about my dress tonight.
 They won't understand the joke, and it will worry Mother.' 
"Then why did you do it?" said Laurie's eyes, so plainly
 that Meg hastily added... 
"I shall tell them myself all about it, and `fess' to Mother
 how silly I've been.  But I'd rather do it myself.  So you'll not
 tell, will you?" 
"I give you my word I won't, only what shall I say when
 they ask me?" 
"Just say I looked pretty well and was having a good time." 
"I'll say the first with all my heart, but how about the
 other?  You don't look as if you were having a good time.  Are
 you?' And Laurie looked at her with an expression which made her
 answer in a whisper... 
"No, not just now.  Don't think I'm horrid.  I only wanted
 a little fun, but this sort doesn't pay, I find, and I'm getting
 tired of it." 
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