`` I 'm too young , '' faltered Meg , wondering why she was so fluttered , yet rather enjoying it . `` I 'll wait , and in the meantime , you could be learning to like me . Would it be a very hard lesson , dear ? '' `` Not if I chose to learn it , but ... '' `` Please choose to learn , Meg . I love to teach , and this is easier than German , '' broke in John , getting possession of the other hand , so that she had no way of hiding her face as he bent to look into it . His tone was properly beseeching , but stealing a shy look at him , Meg saw that his eyes were merry as well as tender , and that he wore the satisfied smile of one who had no doubt of his success . This nettled her . Annie Moffat 's foolish lessons in coquetry came into her mind , and the love of power , which sleeps in the bosoms of the best of little women , woke up all of a sudden and took possession of her . She felt excited and strange , and not knowing what else to do , followed a capricious impulse , and , withdrawing her hands , said petulantly , `` I do n't choose . Please go away and let me be ! '' Poor Mr. Brooke looked as if his lovely castle in the air was tumbling about his ears , for he had never seen Meg in such a mood before , and it rather bewildered him . `` Do you really mean that ? '' he asked anxiously , following her as she walked away . `` Yes , I do . I do n't want to be worried about such things . Father says I need n't , it 's too soon and I 'd rather not . '' `` May n't I hope you 'll change your mind by-and-by ? I 'll wait and say nothing till you have had more time . Do n't play with me , Meg . I did n't think that of you . ''
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