Readmiora

“Oh, dear, what a blunderbuss I am!” exclaimed Jo, finishing Meg’s glove by scrubbing her gown with it. “Can I help you?” said a friendly voice. And there was Laurie, with a full cup in one hand and a plate of ice in the other. “I was trying to get something for Meg, who is very tired, and someone shook me, and here I am in a nice state,” answered Jo, glancing dismally from the stained skirt to the coffee-colored glove. “Too bad! I was looking for someone to give this to. May I take it to your sister?” “Oh, thank y…