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　　'How's that for style?' he asked, appearing to his mother and cousinswhom he was to escort to the hall on this particular occasion,Designer Handbags.

　　A shout of laughter greeted him, followed by exclamations of horror;for he had artfully added the little blond moustache he often worewhen acting. It was very becoming, and seemed the only balm to healthe wound made by the loss of the beloved hat.

　　'Take it off this moment, you audacious boy! What would your fathersay to such a prank on this day when we must all behave our best?'

　　said Mrs Jo, trying to frown, but privately thinking that among themany youths about her none were so beautiful and original as her longson.

　　'Let him wear it, Aunty; it's so becoming,fake uggs for sale. No one will ever guess heisn't eighteen at least,' cried Josie, to whom disguise of any sortwas always charming.

　　'Father won't observe it; he'll be absorbed in his big-wigs and thegirls. No matter if he does, he'll enjoy the joke and introduce me ashis oldest son. Rob is nowhere when I'm in full fig'; and Ted tookthe stage with a tragic stalk, like Hamlet in a tail-coat and choker.

　　'My son, obey me,mont blanc pens!' and when Mrs Jo spoke in that tone her word waslaw. Later, however,replica montblanc pens, the moustache appeared, and many strangersfirmly believed that there were three young Bhaers. So Ted found oneray of joy to light his gloom.

　　Mr Bhaer was a proud and happy man when, at the appointed hour, helooked down upon the parterre of youthful faces before him, thinkingof the 'little gardens' in which he had hopefully and faithfullysowed good seed years ago, and from which this beautiful harvestseemed to have sprung. Mr March's fine old face shone with theserenest satisfaction, for this was the dream of his life fulfilledafter patient waiting; and the love and reverence in the countenancesof the eager young men and women looking up at him plainly showedthat the reward he coveted was his in fullest measure. Laurie alwayseffaced himself on these occasions as much as courtesy would permit;for everyone spoke gratefully in ode, poem, and oration of thefounder of the college and noble dispenser of his beneficence. Thethree sisters beamed with pride as they sat among the ladies,enjoying, as only women can, the honour done the men they loved;while 'the original Plums', as the younger ones called themselves,regarded the whole affair as their work, receiving the curious,admiring, or envious glances of strangers with a mixture of dignityand delight rather comical to behold.

　　The music was excellent, and well it might be when Apollo waved thebaton. The poems were--as usual on such occasions--of variedexcellence, as the youthful speakers tried to put old truths into newwords, and made them forceful by the enthusiasm of their earnestfaces and fresh voices. It was beautiful to see the eager interestwith which the girls listened to some brilliant brother-student, andapplauded him with a rustle as of wind over a bed of flowers. It wasstill more significant and pleasant to watch the young men's faceswhen a slender white figure stood out against the background ofblack-coated dignitaries, and with cheeks that flushed and paled, andlips that trembled till earnest purpose conquered maiden fear, spoketo them straight out of a woman's heart and brain concerning thehopes and doubts, the aspirations and rewards all must know, desire,and labour for. This clear, sweet voice seemed to reach and rouse allthat was noblest in the souls of these youths, and to set a seal uponthe years of comradeship which made them sacred and memorable forever.