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shabby now.

      She enjoyed herself very much that evening, for she danced to her heart's content; everyone was very kind, and she had three compliments. Annie made her sing, and some one said she had a remarkably fine voice; Major Lincoln asked who “the fresh little girl, with the beautiful eyes,” was; and Mr. Moffat insisted on dancing with her, because she “didn't dawdle, but had some spring in her,” as he gracefully expressed it. So, altogether, she had a very nice time, till she overheard a bit of conversation, which disturbed her extremely. She was sitting just inside the conservatory, waiting for her partner to bring her an ice, when she heard a voice ask, on the other side of the flowery wall, -

      “How old is he?”

      “Sixteen or seventeen, I should say,” replied another voice.

      “It would be a grand thing for one of those girls, wouldn't it? Sallie says they are very intimate now, and the old man quite dotes on them.”

      “Mrs. M. has made her plans, I dare say, and will play her cards well, early as it is. The girl evidently doesn't think of it yet,” said Mrs. Moffat.

      “She told that fib about her momma, as if she did know, and colored up when the flowers came, quite prettily. Poor thing! she'd be so nice if she was only got up in style. Do you think she'd be offended if we offered to lend her a dress for Thursday?” asked another voice.

      “She's proud, but I don't believe she'd mind, for that dowdy tarlatan is all she has got. She may tear it tonight, and that will be a good excuse for offering a decent one.”

      “We'll see. I shall ask young Laurence, as a compliment to her, and we'll have fun about it afterward.”

      Here Meg's partner appeared, to find her looking much flushed and rather agitated. She was proud, and her pride was useful just then, for it helped her hide her mortification, anger, and disgust at what she had just heard; for, innocent and unsuspicious as she was, she could not help understanding the gossip of her friends. She tried to forget it, but could not, and kept repeating to herself, “Mrs. M. has made her plans,” “that fib about her mamma,” and “dowdy tarlatan,” till she was ready to cry, and rush home to tell her troubles and ask for advice. As that was impossible, she did her best to seem gay; and, being rather excited, she succeeded so well that no one dreamed what an effort she was making. She was very glad when it was all over, and she was quiet in her bed, where she could think and wonder and fume till her head ached and her hot cheeks were cooled by a few natural tears. Those foolish, yet well meant words, had opened a new world to Meg, and much disturbed the peace of the old one, in which, till now, she had lived as happily as a child. Her innocent friendship with Laurie was spoiled by the silly speeches she had overheard; her faith in her mother was a little shaken by the worldly plans attributed to her by Mrs. Moffat, who judged others by herself; and the sensible resolution to be contented with the simple wardrobe which suited a poor man's daughter, was weakened by the unnecessary pity of girls who thought a shabby dress one of the greatest calamities under heaven.

      Poor Meg had a restless night, and got up heavy-eyed, unhappy, half resentful toward her friends, and half ashamed of herself for not speaking out frankly, and setting everything right. Everybody dawdled that morning, and it was noon before the girls found energy enough even to take up their worsted work. Something in the manner of her friends struck Meg at once; they treated her with more respect, she thought; took quite a tender interest in what she said, and looked at her with eyes that plainly betrayed curiosity. All this surprised and flattered her, though she did not understand it till Miss Belle looked up from her writing, and said, with a sentimental air, -

      “Daisy, dear, I've sent an invitation to your friend, Mr. Laurence, for Thursday. We should like to know him, and it's only a proper compliment to you.”

      Meg colored, but a mischievous fancy to tease the girls made her reply demurely, -

      “You are very kind, but I'm afraid he won't come.”

      “Why not, chérie?” asked Miss Belle.

      “He's too old.”

      “My child, what do you mean? What is his age, I beg to know!” cried Miss Clara.

      “Nearly seventy, I believe,” answered Meg, counting stitches, to hide the merriment in her eyes.

      “You sly creature! Of course we meant the young man,” exclaimed Miss Belle, laughing.

      “There isn't any; Laurie is only a little boy,” and Meg laughed also at the queer look which the sisters exchanged as she thus described her supposed lover.

      “About your age,” Nan said.

      “Nearer my sister Jo's; I am seventeen in August,” returned Meg, tossing her head.

      “It's very nice of him to send you flowers, isn't it?” said Annie, looking wise about nothing.

      “Yes, he often does, to all of us; for their house is full, and we are so fond of them. My mother and old Mr. Laurence are friends, you know, so it is quite natural that we children should play together;” and Meg hoped they would say no more.

      “It's evident Daisy isn't out yet,” said Miss Clara to Belle, with a nod.

      “Quite a pastoral state of innocence all round,” returned Miss Belle, with a shrug.

      “I'm going out to get some little matters for my girls; can I do anything for you, young ladies?” asked Mrs. Moffat, lumbering in, like an elephant, in silk and lace.

      “No, thank you, ma'am,” replied Sallie. “I've got my new pink silk for Thursday, and don't want a thing.”

      “Nor I, – ” began Meg, but stopped, because it occurred to her that she did want several things, and could not have them.

      “What shall you wear?” asked Sallie.

      “My old white one again, if I can mend it fit to be seen; it got sadly torn last night,” said Meg, trying to speak quite easily, but feeling very uncomfortable.

      “Why don't you send home for another?” said Sallie, who was not an observing young lady.

      “I haven't got any other.” It cost Meg an effort to say that, but Sallie did not see it, and exclaimed, in amiable surprise, -

      “Only that? How funny-” She did not finish her speech, for Belle shook her head at her and broke in, saying kindly, -

      “Not at all; where is the use of having a lot of dresses when she isn't out? There's no need of sending home, Daisy, even if you had a dozen, for I've got a sweet blue silk laid away, which I've outgrown, and you shall wear it, to please me, won't you, dear?”

      “You are very kind, but I don't mind my old dress, if you don't; it does well enough for a little girl like me,” said Meg.

      “Now do let me please myself by dressing you up in style. I admire to do it, and you'd be a regular little beauty, with a touch here and there. I shan't let anyone see you till you are done, and then we'll burst upon them like Cinderella and her godmother, going to the ball,” said Belle, in her persuasive tone.

      Meg couldn't refuse the offer so kindly made, for a desire to see if she would be 'a little beauty' after touching up, caused her to accept, and forget all her former uncomfortable feelings toward the Moffats.

      On the Thursday evening, Belle shut herself up with her maid; and, between them, they turned Meg into a fine lady. They crimped and curled her hair, they polished her neck and arms with some fragrant powder, touched her lips with coralline salve, to make them redder, and Hortense would have added “a soupçon of rouge,” if Meg had not rebelled. They laced her into a sky-blue dress, which was so tight she could hardly breathe, and so low in the neck that modest Meg blushed at herself in the mirror. A set of silver filagree was added, bracelets, necklace, brooch, and even earrings, for Hortense tied them on with a bit of pink silk, which did not show. A cluster of tea-rose buds at the bosom, and a ruche, reconciled Meg to the display of her pretty white shoulders, and a pair of high-heeled blue silk boots satisfied the last wish of her heart. A lace handkerchief, a plumy fan, and a bouquet in a silver holder finished her off; and Miss Belle surveyed her with

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