`I won't go down till he does.'

`Now, Teddy, be sensible; let it pass, and I'll explain what I can. You can't stay here, so what's the use of being melodramatic?'

`I don't intend to stay here long, anyway. I'll slip off and take a journey somewhere, and when grandpa misses me he'll come round fast enough.'

`I dare say; but you ought not to go and worry him.'

`Don't preach. I'll go to Washington and see Brooke; it's gay there, and I'll enjoy myself after the troubles.'

`What fun you'd have! I wish I could run off too,' said Jo, forgetting her part of Mentor in lively visions of material life at the capital.

`Come on, then! Why not? You go and surprise your father, and I'll stir up old Brooke.'

`It would be a glorious joke; let's do it, Jo. We'll leave a letter saying we are all right, and trot off at once. I've got money enough; it will do you good, and be no harm, as you go to your father.'

For a moment Jo looked as if she would agree; for, wild as the plan was, it just suited her. She was tired of care and confinement, longed for change, and thoughts of her father blended temptingly with the novel charms of camps and hospitals, liberty and fun. Her eyes kindled as they turned wistfully toward the window, but they fell on the old house opposite. And she shook her head with sorrowful decision.

`If I was a boy, we'd run away together, and have a capital time; but as I'm a miserable girl, I must be proper, and stop at home. Don't tempt me, Teddy, it's a crazy plan.'

`That's the fun of it,' began Laurie, who had got a wilful fit on him, and was possessed to break out of bounds in some way.

`Hold your tongue!' cried Jo, covering her ears. ` "Prunes and prisms" are my doom, and I may as well make up my mind to it. I came here to moralise, not to hear about things that make me skip to think of.'

`I know Meg would wet-blanket such a proposal, but I thought you had more spirit,' began Laurie, insinuatingly.

`Bad boy, be quiet! Sit down and think of your own sins, don't go making me add to mine. If I get grandpa to apologize for the shaking, will you give up running away?' asked Jo, seriously.

`Yes, but you won't do it,' answered Laurie, who wished to `make up', but felt that his outraged dignity must be appeased first.

`If I can manage the young one I can the old one,' muttered Jo, as she walked away, leaving Laurie bent over a railroad map, with his head propped up on both hands.

`Come in!' and Mr. Laurence's gruff voice sounded gruffer than ever, as Jo tapped at his door.

`It's only me, sir, come to return a book,' she said, blandly, as she entered.

`Want any more?' asked the old gentleman, looking grim and vexed, but trying not to show it.

`Yes, please. I like old Sam so well, I think I'll try the second volume,' returned Jo, hoping to propitiate him by accepting a second dose of Boswell's Johnson as he had recommended that lively work.

The shaggy eyebrows unbent a little, as he rolled the steps towards the shelf where the Johnsonian literature was placed. Jo skipped up, and sitting on the top step, affected to be searching for her book, but was really wondering how best to introduce the dangerous object of her visit. Mr. Laurence seemed