The Painter's Honeymoon

The Painter's Honeymoon
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The Three Ages of Woman
What's the use of asking that, when you know we shall wear our poplins because we haven't got anything else?' answered Jo, with her mouth full. ¡¡¡¡`If I only had a silk!' sighed Meg. `Mother says I may when I'm eighteen, perhaps; but two years is an everlasting time to wait.' ¡¡¡¡`I'm sure our pops look like silk, and they are nice enough for us. Yours is as good as new, but I forgot the burn and the tear in mine. Whatever shall I do? the burn shows badly and I can't take any out.' ¡¡¡¡`You must sit still all you can, and keep your back out of sight; the front is all right. I shall have a new r
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bon for my hair, and Marmee will lend me her little pearl pin, and my new slippers are lovely, and my gloves will do, though they aren't as nice as I'd like.' ¡¡¡¡`Mine are spoilt with lemonade, and I can't get any new ones, so I shall have to go without,' said Jo, who never troubled herself much about dress. ¡¡¡¡`You must have gloves, or I won't go,' cried Meg decidedly, `gloves are more important than anything else. I should be so mortified if you didn't have them.' ¡¡¡¡`Then I'll stay where I am.'