"The fasting won't hurt 'em," Romeo continued, eager to change the
subject. "They're all in good condition now."
"Except the last one. You can see some of his ribs yet."
"You can't by June."
"No, I guess not. Say, Romie, oughtn't she to be coming to see us by
now?"
"Who?"
"Isabel--what's-her-name. You know, up at Bernard's."
Happy-hearted comrade though she was, Juliet had a secret longing for
feminine association, at rare intervals. It would be pleasant she
thought, to go skating sometimes with a girl or two instead of the usual
crowd of boys. She hated herself fiercely for disloyalty, but the idea
recurred persistently.
"I'm not up on etiquette," Romeo replied, casually, "but I should think,
if she wanted to come, she could do it by now. We made a polite call as
far as I know."
"We didn't leave any cards."
"Cards? What kind of cards?"
"Why, little cards with our names on 'em. People always leave 'em, in
the books, when they make calls."
Romeo went over to the slate again and made another memorandum. "I'll
get 'em. What'll we have on 'em?"
"We always go together," Juliet suggested, "so I think one will do.
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