"Nothing; it's as dull as tombs up here."
"Don't you read?"
"Not much; they won't let me."
"Can't somebody read to you?"
"Grandpa does, sometimes; but my books don't interest him, and I hate to ask Brooke all the time."
"Have some one come and see you, then."
"There isn't any one I'd like to see. Boys make such a row, and my head is weak."
"Isn't there some nice girl who'd read and amuse you? Girls are quiet, and like to play nurse."
"Don't know any."
"You know us," began Jo, then laughed, and stopped.