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Tonight, I will be continuing the story of little women.

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Chapter 5. Being Neighborly

What in the world are you going to do now, Joe? asked Meg one snowy afternoon,

as her sister came tramping through the hall in rubber boots, old sack, and a hood, with a broom in one hand

and a shovel in the other. Going out to exercise, answered Joe with a mischievous twinkle in her

eyes. I should think two long walks this morning would have been enough. It's cold and dull out, and I advise you to stay warm

and dry by the fire, as I do, said Meg with a shiver. Never take advice. Can't keep still all day.

And not being a cat, I don't like to doze by the fire. I like adventures, and I'm going to find some.

Meg went back to toast her feet and Reed Ivanhoe,

and Joe began to dig paths with great energy.

The snow was light, and with her broom she soon swept a path all around the garden,

for Beth to walk in when the sun came out, and the

invalid dolls needed air. Now, the garden separated the marches' house from that of Mr. Lawrence.

Both stood in a suburb of the city, which was still country-like, with groves and lawns, large gardens and quiet streets. A low

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