the october days were growing cold and the sun shone for only a few hours each day through the high window of the attic where jo sat on an old sofa, writing busily. one day, the last page was filled. ''there! I've done my best!" Jo exclaimed, as she threw down her pen. she rolled up the sheets of paper, tied them up with a red ribbon and crept downstairs. she put on her hat and jacket as quietly as possible, climbed out on to the roof of the porch and swung herself down on to the grassy bank at the side of the house. then she set off for town. jo found the place she was looking for and stood outside for a moment. at last, she went inside the building and came out ten minutes later, very red in the face. she found laurie waiting for her, peering at one of the signs on the door, it said dentist.
"how many did you have out?" he asked.
jo laughed.
"what are you up to?" laurie asked.
"what are you doing here?" jo asked. "i saw you came out of that billiard hall over there. i didn't think you went to such places."