“Well，youcan’t，thereisn’troom。Goandmakeyourselfuseful，sinceyouaretoobigtobeornamental。Ithoughtyouhatedtobetiedtoawoman’sapronstring？“retortedJo，quotingcertainrebelliouswordsofhisown。
“Ah，thatdependsonwhowearstheapron!“andLauriegaveanaudacioustweakatthetassel。
“Areyougoing？“demandedJo，divingforthepillow。
Hefledatonce，andtheminuteitwaswell，“UpwiththebonnetsofbonnieDundee，“sheslippedawaytoreturnnomoretilltheyounggentlemandepartedinhighdudgeon。
Jolaylongawakethatnight，andwasjustdroppingoffwhenthesoundofastifledsobmadeherflytoBeth’sbedside，withtheanxiousinquiry，“Whatisit，dear？“