1 in his garden, and after a while it sprouted and became.
2 Mr. March became invisible in the embrace of four pairs of loving arms.
3 "Go on, please," said Laurie, as Jo became absorbed in her work, looking a trifle displeased.
4 Daisy, who was fond of going about peddling kisses, lost her best customer and became bankrupt.
5 Au revoir, madamoiselle, and Laurie bent as if to kiss her hand, in the foreign fashion, which became him better than many men.
6 As spring came on, a new set of amusements became the fashion, and the lengthening days gave long afternoons for work and play of all sorts.
7 Language cannot describe the anxieties, experiences, and exertions which Jo underwent that morning, and the dinner she served up became a standing joke.
8 Amy found Grace a well-mannered, merry, little person, and after staring dumbly at one another for a few minutes, they suddenly became very good friends.
9 He had thought of Jo in reaching after the thorny red rose, for vivid flowers became her, and she had often worn ones like that from the greenhouse at home.
10 She was learning, doing, and enjoying other things, meanwhile, for she had resolved to be an attractive and accomplished woman, even if she never became a great artist.
11 Amy especially enjoyed this high honor, and became quite a belle among them, for her ladyship early felt and learned to use the gift of fascination with which she was endowed.
12 A good deal of hammering went on before the curtain rose again, but when it became evident what a masterpiece of stage carpentery had been got up, no one murmured at the delay.
13 She soon became interested in her work, for her emaciated purse grew stout, and the little hoard she was making to take Beth to the mountains next summer grew slowly but surely as the weeks passed.
14 The minute she put her eyes upon Amy, Meg became conscious that her own dress hadn't a Parisian air, that young Mrs. Moffat would be entirely eclipsed by young Mrs. Laurence, and that 'her ladyship' was altogether a most elegant and graceful woman.
15 Jo lounged in her favorite low seat, with the grave quiet look which best became her, and Laurie, leaning on the back of her chair, his chin on a level with her curly head, smiled with his friendliest aspect, and nodded at her in the long glass which reflected them both.