I do n't like my work , but I get a good deal of satisfaction out of it after all , so I wo n't complain . I only wished I liked teaching as you do . '' `` I think you would if you had Laurie for a pupil . I shall be very sorry to lose him next year , '' said Mr. Brooke , busily punching holes in the turf . `` Going to college , I suppose ? '' Meg 's lips asked the question , but her eyes added , `` And what becomes of you ? '' `` Yes , it 's high time he went , for he is ready , and as soon as he is off , I shall turn soldier . I am needed . '' `` I am glad of that ! '' exclaimed Meg . `` I should think every young man would want to go , though it is hard for the mothers and sisters who stay at home , '' she added sorrowfully . `` I have neither , and very few friends to care whether I live or die , '' said Mr. Brooke rather bitterly as he absently put the dead rose in the hole he had made and covered it up , like a little grave . `` Laurie and his grandfather would care a great deal , and we should all be very sorry to have any harm happen to you , '' said Meg heartily . `` Thank you , that sounds pleasant , '' began Mr. Brooke , looking cheerful again , but before he could finish his speech , Ned , mounted on the old horse , came lumbering up to display his equestrian skill before the young ladies , and there was no more quiet that day . `` Do n't you love to ride ? '' asked Grace of Amy , as they stood resting after a race round the field with the others , led by Ned . `` I dote upon it . My sister , Meg , used to ride when Papa was rich , but we do n't keep any horses now , except Ellen Tree , '' added Amy , laughing . `` Tell me about Ellen Tree . Is it a donkey ? ''
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