"No, my boy. Be very good to him, won't you?"
"Of course I will; but I can't fill your place, and he'll miss you sadly."
"It won't hurt him; so remember, I leave him in your charge, to plague, pet, and keep in order."
"I'll do my best, for your sake," promised Beth, wondering why Jo looked at her so queerly.
When Laurie said "Good-by," he whispered significantly, "It won't do a bit of good, Jo. My eye is on you; so mind what you do, or I'll come and bring you home."
XXXIII. Jo's Journal.
