anything but gingerbread and molasses candy, fit to eat. I wash my hands of the dinner-party; and, since you have asked Laurie on your own responsibility, you may just take care of him."
"I don't want you to do anything but be clever to him, and help to the pudding. You'll give me your advice if I get stuck, won't you?" asked Jo, rather hurt.
"Yes; but I don't know much, except about bread, and a few trifles. You had better ask mother's leave, before you order anything," returned Meg, prudently.
"Of course I shall; I ain't a fool," and Jo went off in a huff at the doubts expressed of her powers.
"Get what you like, and don't disturb me; I'm going out to dinner, and can't worry about things at home," said Mrs. March, when Jo spoke to her. "I never enjoyed housekeeping, and I'm going to take a vacation today, and read, write, go visiting and amuse myself."
The unusual spectacle of her busy mother rocking comfortably, and reading early in the morning, made Jo feel as if some natural phenomenon had occurred; for an eclipse, an earthquake, or a volcanic eruption would hardly have seemed stranger.
"Everything is out of sorts, somehow," she said to herself, going down stairs. "There's Beth crying; that's a sure sign that something is wrong with this family. If Amy is bothering, I'll shake her."
Feeling very much out of sorts herself, Jo hurried into the parlor to find Beth sobbing over Pip, the canary, who lay dead in the cage, with his little claws