Both stood in a suburb of the city, which was still countrylike, with groves and lawns, large gardens, and quiet streets. Now, the garden separated the Marches' house from that of Mr. The snow was light, and with her broom she soon swept a path all round the garden, for Beth to walk in when the sun came out and the invalid dolls needed air. Meg went back to toast her feet and read Ivanhoe, and Jo began to dig paths with great energy. I like adventures, and I'm going to find some." "Never take advice! Can't keep still all day, and not being a pussycat, I don't like to doze by the fire. "I should think two long walks this morning would have been enough! It's cold and dull out, and I advise you to stay warm and dry by the fire, as I do," said Meg with a shiver. "Going out for exercise," answered Jo with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "What in the world are you going to do now, Jo?" asked Meg one snowy afternoon, as her sister came tramping through the hall, in rubber boots, old sack, and hood, with a broom in one hand and a shovel in the other. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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