"Jo! Jo! where are you?" cried Meg, at the foot of the garret stairs. "Here!" answered a husky voice from above; and, running up, Meg found her sister eating apples and crying over the Heir of Redclyf

"I can hold them crumpled up in my hand, so no one will know how stained they are: that's all I can do. No! I'll tell you how we can manage - each wear one good one and carry a bad one; don't you see?

"It isn't spoilt; just frizzle it, and tie your ribbon so the ends come on your forehead a bit, and it will look like the last fashion. I've seen many girls do it so," said Amy consolingly. "Serves me