Presently there came a loud ring, then a decided voice, asking for 'Mr. Laurie', and a surprised-looking servant came running up to announce a young lady. All right, show her up, it's Miss Jo, said Laurie, going to the door of his little parlor to meet Jo, who appeared, looking rosy and quite at her ease, with a covered dish in one hand and Beth's three kittens in the other.

In this case the antelopelike animal carries an enormous horn, now curved, which has both hollow branches and holes.

The answer to what I do next is probably the same: staring me right in the face and I can't see for looking.

This last he explained to me once, though the explanation didn't matter much, not next to the feeling of those low hairy clouds and the sea bashing itself against the shore. The explanation, in fact, made the poem less wonderful, ...