CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE.
CALLS "Come, Jo, it's time." "For what ?" "You don't mean to say you have forgotten that you promised to make half a dozen calls with me today ?" "I've done a good many rash and foolish things in my life, but I don't think I ever was mad enough to say I'd make six calls in one day, when a single one upsets me for a week." "Yes, you did, it was a bargain between us.

I was to finish the crayon of Beth for you, and you were to go properly with me, and return our neighbors' visits." "If it was fair, that was in the bond, and I stand to the letter of my bond, Shylock.

There is a pile of clouds in the east, it's not fair, and I don't go." "Now, that's shirking.

It's a lovely day, no prospect of rain, and you pride yourself on keeping promises, so be honorable, come and do your duty, and then be at peace for another six months." At that minute Jo was particularly absorbed in dressmaking, for she was mantua-maker general to the family, and took especial credit to herself because she could use a needle as well as a pen.

It was very provoking to be arrested in the act of a first trying-on, and ordered out to make calls in her best array on a warm July day.