One is lame , poor thing , he 's got a crutch . Laurie did n't tell us that . Be quick , girls ! It 's getting late . Why , there is Ned Moffat , I do declare . Meg , is n't that the man who bowed to you one day when we were shopping ? '' `` So it is . How queer that he should come . I thought he was at the mountains . There is Sallie . I 'm glad she got back in time . Am I all right , Jo ? '' cried Meg in a flutter . `` A regular daisy . Hold up your dress and put your hat on straight , it looks sentimental tipped that way and will fly off at the first puff . Now then , come on ! '' `` Oh , Jo , you are not going to wear that awful hat ? It 's too absurd ! You shall not make a guy of yourself , '' remonstrated Meg , as Jo tied down with a red ribbon the broad-brimmed , old-fashioned leghorn Laurie had sent for a joke . `` I just will , though , for it 's capital , so shady , light , and big .
It will XXXXX fun , and I do n't mind being a guy if I 'm comfortable . ''
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