. Mrs. March was still up when they arrived home, waiting to hear about the party. When she saw Meg, she fussed around her like a mother hen.
‘’We came back with Mr. Laurence’s grandson,’’ Jo said, as Mrs. March bandaged Meg’s ankle.
‘’He’s an orphan,’’ their mother told them. ‘’He’s only just moved in with his grandfather. I must say he looks a nice young man-with excellent manners.’’
Meg hobbled to the stairs, thinking about the evening. ‘’I felt like a fine young lady, dancing and coming home by carriage.’’
‘’I don’t believe real fine young ladies could have enjoyed themselves more than us, in spite of our burned hair, scorched glove each,’’ declared Jo.