`` 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 do n't see what we can do , then . It is too early or too late for everything , and you wo n'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 . `` Could n'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 , briskly rattling the letters into the different compartments , while Jack inked the rollers and hunted up his big apron , whistling the while with recovered spirits . A dozen neat cards were soon printed , and Jill insisted on paying six cents for them , as earning was not borrowing .
A few odd tags were found and done for Mamma , who immediately ordered four dozen at six XXXXX a dozen , though she was not told why there was such a pressing call for money .
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