`` Ca n't you find a cooler way of doing it ? You will be ill if you tear about so in such warm weather , '' said Mrs. Jo , laughing also , as she threw him out a great palm-leaf fan . `` Ca n't help it . I must run somewhere , '' answered Dan , with such an odd expression in his restless eyes , that Mrs. Jo was troubled , and asked , quickly , `` Is Plumfield getting too narrow for you ? '' `` I would n't mind if it was a little bigger . I like it though ; only the fact is the devil gets into me sometimes , and then I do want to bolt . '' The words seemed to come against his will , for he looked sorry the minute they were spoken , and seemed to think he deserved a reproof for his ingratitude . But Mrs. Jo understood the feeling , and though sorry to see it , she could not blame the boy for confessing it . She looked at him anxiously , seeing how tall and strong he had grown , how full of energy his face was , with its eager eyes and resolute mouth ; and remembering the utter freedom he had known for years before , she felt how even the gentle restraint of this home would weigh upon him at times when the old lawless spirit stirred in him . `` Yes , '' she said to herself , `` my wild hawk needs a larger cage ; and yet , if I let him go , I am afraid he will be lost . I must try and find some lure strong enough to keep him safe . '' `` I know all about it , '' she added , aloud . `` It is not ` the devil , ' as you call it , but the very natural desire of all young people for liberty . I used to feel just so , and once , I really did think for a minute that I would bolt . '' `` Why did n't you ? '' said Dan , coming to lean on the low window-ledge , with an evident desire to continue the subject . `` I knew it was foolish , and love for my mother kept me at home . '' `` I have n't got any mother , '' began Dan . `` I thought you had now , '' said Mrs. Jo , gently stroking the rough hair off his hot forehead . `` You are no end good to me , and I ca n't ever thank you enough , but it just is n't the same , is it ? ''
and Dan XXXXX up at her with a wistful , hungry look that went to her heart .
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