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you, and be kind to 'em as you were to me," said Nat, looking surprised and alarmed. "So I do, but I like to know something about them first. I have to choose them, because there are so many. I have not room for all. I wish I had." "I told him to come because I thought you'd like it, but if there isn't room he can go away again," said Nat, sorrowfully. The boy's confidence in her hospitality touched Mrs. Bhaer, and she could not find the heart to disappoint his hope, and spoil his kind little plan, so she said, "Tell me about this Dan." "I don't know any thing, only he hasn't got any folks, and he's poor, and he was good to me, so I'd like to be good to him if I could." "Excellent reasons every one; but really, Nat, the house is full, and I don't know where I could put him," said Mrs. Bhaer, more and more inclined to prove herself the haven of refuge he seemed to think her. "He could have my bed, and I could sleep in the barn. It isn't cold now, and I don't mind, I used to sleep anywhere with father," said Nat, eagerly. Something in his speech and face made Mrs. Jo put her hand on his shoulder, and say in her kindest tone: "Bring in your friend, Nat; I think we must find room for him without giving him your place." Nat joyfully ran off, and soon returned followed by a most unprepossessing boy, who slouched in and stood looking about him, with a half bold, half sullen look, which made Mrs. Bhaer say to herself, after one glance, "A bad specimen, I am afraid." "This is Dan," said Nat, presenting him as if sure of his welcome. "Nat tells me you would like to come and stay with us," began Mrs. Jo, in a friendly tone. "Yes," was the gruff reply. "Have you no friends to take care of you?" "No." "Say, 'No, ma'am,' " whispered Nat. "Shan't neither," muttered Dan. "How old are you?" "About fourteen." "You look older. What can you do?" "'Most anything." "If you stay here we shall want you to do as the others do, work and study as well as play. Are you willing to agree to that?" "Don't mind trying." "Well, you can stay a few days, and we will see how we get on together. Take him out, Nat, and amuse him till Mr. Bhaer comes home, when we will settle about the matter," said Mrs. Jo, finding it rather difficult to get on with this cool young person, who fixed his big black eyes on her with a hard, suspicious expression, sorrowfully unboyish. "Come on, Nat," he said, and slouched out again. "Thank you, ma'am," added Nat, as he followed him, feeling without quite understanding the difference in the welcome given to him and to his ungracious friend. "The fellows are having a circus out in the barn; don't you want to come and see it?" he asked, as they came down the wide steps on to the lawn. "Are they big fellows?" said Dan. "No; the big ones are gone fishing." "Fire away, then," said Dan. Nat led him to the great barn and introduced him to his set, who were disporting themselves among the half-empty lofts. A large circle was marked out with hay on the wide floor, and in the middle stood Demi with a long whip, while Tommy, mounted on the much-enduring Toby, pranced about the circle playing being a monkey. "You must pay a pin apiece, or you can't see the show," said Stuffy, who stood by the wheelbarrow in which sat the band, consisting of a pocket-comb blown upon by Ned, and a toy drum beaten spasmodically by Rob. "He's company, so I'll pay for both," said Nat, handsomely, as he stuck two crooked pins in the dried mushroom which served as money-box. With a nod to the company they seated themselves on a couple of boards, and the performance went on. After the monkey act, Ned gave them a fine specimen of his agility by jumping over an old chair, and running up and down ladders, sailor fashion. Then Demi danced a jig with a gravity beautiful to behold. Nat was called upon to wrestle with Stuffy, and speedily laid that stout youth upon the ground. After this, Tommy proudly advanced to turn a somersault, an accomplishment which he had acquired by painful perseverance, practising in private till every joint of his little frame was black and blue. His feats were received with great applause, and he was about to retire, flushed with pride and a rush of blood to the head, when a scornful voice in the audience was heard to say, "Ho! that ain't any thing!" "Say that again, will you?" and Tommy bristled up like an angry turkey-cock. "Do you want to fight?" said Dan, promptly descending from the barrel and doubling up his fists in a business-like manner. "No, I don't;" and the candid Thomas retired a step, rather taken aback by the proposition. "Fighting isn't allowed!" cried the others, much excited. "You're a nice lot," sneered Dan. "Come, if you don't behave, you shan't stay," said Nat, firing up at that insult to his friends. "I'd like to see him do better than I did, that's all," observed Tommy, with a swagger. "Clear the way, then," and without the slightest preparation Dan turned three somersaults one after the other and came up on his feet. "You can't beat that, Tom; you always hit your head and tumble flat," said Nat, pleased at his friend's success. Before he could say any more the audience were electrified by three more somersaults backwards, and a short promenade on the hands, head down, feet up. This brought down the house, and Tommy joined in the admiring cries which greeted the accomplished gymnast as he righted himself, and looked at them with an air of calm superiority. "Do you think I could learn to do it without its hurting me very much?" Tom meekly asked, as he rubbed the elbows which still smarted after the last attempt. "What will you give me if I'll teach you?" said Dan. "My new jack-knife; it's got five blades, and only one is broken." "Give it here, then." Tommy handed it over with an affectionate look at its smooth handle. Dan examined it carefully, then putting it into his pocket, walked off, saying with a wink, "Keep it up till you learn, that's all." A howl of wrath from Tommy was followed by a general uproar, which did not subside till Dan, finding himself in a minority, proposed that they should play stick-knife, and whichever won should have the treasure. Tommy agreed, and the game was played

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