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his jobIt's got to be Ilse who helped
him with thisI expected to find another painting over the
printed matter on the last page, but I didn'tWhat I saw there hurt my heart with surprise and
loveMelinda was ever my hard girl, my project,
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standing next to me could have been no older than
fourThat made this snapshot at least eighteen
years oldShe was wearing jeans, cowboy boots, a
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come back from Pleasant Hill Farms, where she
sometimes rode a Shetland pony named Sugar? I
thought soIn any case, we were standing on the
sidewalk in front of the little starter home we'd
had in Brooklyn Park, me in faded jeans and a
white tee-shirt with the short sleeves rolled up a
turn and my hair combed back like a greaserI had
a can of Grain Belt beer in one hand and a smile
on my faceLinnie had one hand hooked into the
pocket of my jeans and a look of love - such love
- on her upturned face that it made my throat acheI smiled the way you do when you're about an inch
away from bursting into tearsBelow the picture
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I closed the letter that was also a brochure that
was also an invitation and sat staring silently
down at it for a few momentsI did not entirely
trust myself to speak"That's just a rough draft, of course Wireman
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was thinking of certain small footprintsNot to
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"I just wish I had a little of the money Laurie spends on that horse," she added, as if to herself, yet hoping her sisters would hear
"Why?" asked Meg kindly, for Jo had gone off in another laugh at Amy's second blunderI'm dreadfully in debt, and it won't be my turn to have the rag money for a month
"In debt, Amy? What do you mean?" And Meg looked sober
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"Tell me all about itAre limes the fashion now? It used to be pricking bits of rubber to make balls And Meg tried to keep her countenance, Amy looked so grave and important
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"How much will pay them off and restore your credit?" asked Meg, taking out her purse
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"Not muchYou may have my shareMake it last as long as you can, for it isn't very plenty, you know
"Oh, thank you! It must be so nice to have pocket money! I'll have a grand feast, for I haven't tasted a lime this weekI felt delicate about taking any, as I couldn't return them, and I'm actually suffering for one
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While she blushed and blundered, MrDashwood had taken the manuscript, and was turning over the leaves with a pair of rather dirty fingers, and casting critical glances up and down the neat pages
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Jo hardly knew her own MS again, so crumpled and underscored were its pages and paragraphs, but feeling as a tender patent might on being asked to cut off her baby's legs in order that it might fit into a new cradle, she looked at the marked passages and was surprised to find that all the moral reflections--which she had carefully put in as ballast for much romance--had been stricken out
But, Sir, I thought every story should have some sort of a moral, so I took care to have a few of my sinners repentDashwoods's editorial gravity relaxed into a smile, for Jo had forgotten her `friend', and spoken as only an author could
"People want to be amused, not preached at, you knowMorals don't sell nowadays Which was not quite a correct statement, by the way
"You think it would do with these alterations, then?"
"Yes, it's a new plot, and pretty well worked up--language good, and so on," was MrDashwood's affable reply
"What do you--that is, what compensation--" began Jo, tiffany toggle necklace not exactly knowing how to express herself
"Oh, yes, well, we give from twenty-five to thirty for things of this sortPay when it comes out," returned MrDashwood, as if that point had escaped himSuch trifles do escape the editorial mind, it is said
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"Shall I tell my friend you will take another if she has one better than this?" asked Jo, unconscious of her little slip of the tongue, and emboldened by her success
"Well, we'll look at itCan't promise to take itTell her to make it short and spicy, and never mind the moralWhat name would your friend like to put on it?" in a careless tone"None at all, if you please, she doesn't wish her name to appear and has no nom de plume," said Jo, blushing in spite of herself
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Still blindfolded, he began groping the side of his frame, trying to feel his way out of his picture and back into the one at HogwartsHarry had a sudden inspiration"Dumbledore! Can't you bring us Dumbledore?"
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Phineas Nigellus turned his face in the direction of Harry's voice"Evidently it is not only Muggle-borns who are ignorant, PotterThe portraits of Hogwarts may commune with each other, but they cannot travel outside of the castle except to visit a painting of themselves elsewhereDumbledore cannot come here with me, and after the treatment I have received at your hands, I can assure you that I will not be making a return visit!"
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Phineas snorted impatiently"I believe that the last time I saw the sword of Gryffindor leave its case was when Professor Dumbledore used it to break open a ring
Hermione whipped around to look at HarryNeither of them dared say more in front of Phineas Nigellus, who had at least managed to locate the exit"Well, good night to you," he said a little waspishly, and he began to move out of sight againOnly the edge of his hat brim remained in view when Harry gave a sudden shout"Wait! Have you told Snape you saw this?"
Phineas Nigellus stuck his blindfolded head back into the picture"Professor Snape has more important things on his mind that the many eccentricities of Albus DumbledoreGood-bye, Potter!"
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