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Jack and Jill

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the dust out of the carpet hopping up and down, as they cried: "Do it again!" "We want it all over!" when the curtain went down at last on the flushed and panting party, Mother G---- bowing, with her hat all awry, and the goose doing a double shuffle as if it did not know how to leave off. But they could not "do it all over again," for it was growing late, and the people felt that they certainly had received their money's worth that evening. So it all ended merrily, and when the guests departed the boys cleared the room like magic, and the promised supper to the actors was served in handsome style. Jack and Jill were at one end, Mrs. Goose and her bird at the other, and all between was a comical collection of military heroes, fairy characters, and nursery celebrities. All felt the need of refreshment after their labors, and swept over the table like a flight of locusts, leaving devastation behind. But they had earned their fun: and much innocent jollity prevailed, while a few lingering papas and mammas watched the revel from afar, and had not the heart to order these noble beings home till even the Father of his Country declared "that he'd had a perfectly splendid time, but couldn't keep his eyes open another minute," and very wisely retired to replace the immortal cocked hat with a night-cap. Chapter XIII Jack Has a Mystery "What is the matter? Does your head ache?" asked Jill, one evening in March, observing that Jack sat with his head in his hands, an attitude which, with him, meant either pain or perplexity. "No; but I'm bothered. I want some money, and I don't see how I can earn it," he answered, tumbling his hair about, and frowning darkly at the fire. "How much?" and Jill's ready hand went to the pocket where her little purse lay, for she felt rich with several presents lately made her. "Two seventy-five. No, thank you, I won't borrow." "What is it for?" "Can't tell." "Why, I thought you told me everything." "Sorry, but I can't this time. Don't you worry; I shall think of something." "Couldn't your mother help?" "Don't wish to ask her." "Why! can't _she_ know?" "Nobody can." "How queer! Is it a scrape, Jack?" asked Jill, looking as curious as a magpie. "It is likely to be, if I can't get out of it this week, somehow." "Well, I don't see how I can help if I'm not to know anything;" and Jill seemed rather hurt. "You can just stop asking questions, and tell me how a fellow can earn some money. That would help. I've got one dollar, but I must have some more;" and Jack looked worried as he fingered the little gold dollar on his watch-guard. "Oh, do you mean to use that?" "Yes, I do; a man must pay his debts if he sells all he has to do it," said Jack sternly. "Dear me; it must be something very serious." And Jill lay quite still for five minutes, thinking over all the ways in which Jack ever did earn money, for Mrs. Minot liked to have her boys work, and paid them in some way for all they did. "Is there any wood to saw?" she asked presently, being very anxious to help. "All done." "Paths to shovel?" "No snow." "Lawn to rake, then?" "Not time for that yet." "Catalogue of books?" "Frank got that job." "Copy those letters for your mother?" "Take me too long. Must have my money Friday, if possible." "I don't see what we can do, then. It is too early or too late for everything, and you won't borrow." "Not of you. No, nor of any one else, if I can possibly help it. I've promised to do this myself, and I will;" and Jack wagged his head resolutely. "Couldn't you do something with the printing-press? Do me some cards, and then, perhaps, the other girls will want some," said Jill, as a forlorn hope. "Just the thing! What a goose I was not to think of it. I'll rig the old machine up at once." And, starting from his seat, Jack dived into the big closet, dragged out the little press, and fell to oiling, dusting, and putting it in order, like one relieved of a great anxiety. "Give me the types; I'll sort them and set up my name, so you can begin as soon as you are ready. You know what a help I was when we did the programmes. I'm almost sure the girls _will_ want cards, and I know your mother would like some more tags," said Jill,

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