Got to admit I don't have much else to say today. We've got a hint of romance, with Meg's missing glove and Mr. Brooke being so attentive of her at the picnic, but she's pretty unaware so far... or so Alcott says, anyway! But not a particularly meaty chapter.
"Snuffbox," said Jo, in a sepulchral tone, which convulsed the audience (p. 116).
Possible Discussion Questions:
Do you think it's realistic for Meg to be so unaware of Mr. Brooke's interest?
When was the last time you went on a picnic? Do you enjoy picnics? Have any favorite picnic recipes or traditions? Please share!