“Here I am, Mother! Yes, it’s all right.”
The last words were in answer to the look the elder lady gave him, a kindly questioning look which the handsome eyes met so frankly that the little ceremony closed, as usual, with a motherly kiss.
“For Mrs. John Brooke, with the maker’s congratulations and compliments. Bless you, Beth! What a refreshing spectacle you are, Jo. Amy, you are getting altogether too handsome for a single lady.”
As Laurie spoke, he delivered a brown paper parcel to Meg, pulled Beth’s hair ribbon, stared at Jo’s big pinafore, and fell into an attitude of mock rapture before Amy, then shook hands all round, and everyone began to talk.
“Where is John?” asked Meg anxiously.
“Stopped to get the license for tomorrow, ma’am.”
“Which side won the last match, Teddy?” inquired Jo, who persisted in feeling an interest in manly sports despite her nineteen years.
“Ours, of course. Wish you’d been there to see.”
“How is the lovely Miss Randal?” asked Amy with a significant smile.
“More cruel than ever. Don’t you see how I’m pining away?” and Laurie gave his broad chest a sounding slap and heaved a melodramatic sigh.
“What’s the last joke? Undo the bundle and see, Meg,” said Beth, eying the knobby parcel with curiosity.
“It’s a useful thing to have in the house in case of fire or thieves,” observed Laurie, as a watchman’s rattle appeared, amid the laughter of the girls.
“Any time when John is away and you get frightened, Mrs. Meg, just swing that out of the front window, and it will rouse the neighborhood in a jiffy. Nice thing, isn’t it?” and Laurie gave them a sample of its powers that made them cover up their ears.
“There’s gratitude for you! And speaking of gratitude reminds me to mention that you may thank Hannah for saving your wedding cake from destruction. I saw it going into your house as I came by, and if she hadn’t defended it manfully I’d have had a pick at it, for it looked like a remarkably plummy one.”
“I wonder if you will ever grow up, Laurie,” said Meg in a matronly tone.
“I’m doing my best, ma’am, but can’t get much higher, I’m afraid, as six feet is about all men can do in these degenerate days,” responded the young gentleman, whose head was about level with the little chandelier.
“I suppose it would be profanation to eat anything in this spick-and-span bower, so as I’m tremendously hungry, I propose an adjournment,” he added presently.
“Mother and I are going to wait for John. There are some last things to settle,” said Meg, bustling away.
“Beth and I are going over to Kitty Bryant’s to get more flowers for tomorrow,” added Amy, tying a picturesque hat over her picturesque curls, and enjoying the effect as much as anybody.
“Come, Jo, don’t desert a fellow. I’m in such a state of exhaustion I can’t get home without help. Don’t take off your apron, whatever you do, it’s peculiarly becoming,” said Laurie, as Jo bestowed his especial aversion in her capacious pocket and offered her arm to support his feeble steps.
“Now, Teddy, I want to talk seriously to you about tomorrow,” began Jo, as they strolled away together. “You must promise to behave well, and not cut up any pranks, and spoil our plans.”
“Not a prank.”
“And don’t say funny things when we ought to be sober.”
“I never do. You are the one for that.”
“And I implore you not to look at me during the ceremony. I shall certainly laugh if you do.”
“You won’t see me, you’ll be crying so hard that the thick fog round you will obscure the prospect.”
“I never cry unless for some great affliction.”
“Such as fellows going to college, hey?” cut in Laurie, with suggestive laugh.
“Don’t be a peacock. I only moaned a trifle to keep the girls company.”
“Exactly. I say, Jo, how is Grandpa this week? Pretty amiable?”
“Very. Why, have you got into a scrape and want to know how he’ll take it?” asked Jo rather sharply.
“Now, Jo, do you think I’d look your mother in the face and say ‘All right’, if it wasn’t?” and Laurie stopped short, with an injured air.