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Back at college she had told the favorite classmate how she had chided Mr. March for certain trivial oversights and feared she had been severe ; and when the classmate insisted she had not been nearly severe enough she said good-night and went to her room to mend the torn dress ; and as she sewed she gnawed her lip , wished she had never left Suez , and salted her needle with slow tears . Thus ended the sixth week -- stop ! I was about to forget the thing for which I began the chapter -- and , anyhow , this was not Saturday , it was Friday ! While Barbara was so employed , John March , writing to Henry Fair from somewhere among the Rhode Island cotton-spinners , said : `` To-night I go to New York , where I have an important appointment to-morrow noon , but I can leave there Monday morning at five and be in Springfield at ten-twenty-five . If you will get there half an hour later by the train that leaves Boston at seven , I will telegraph the Springfield men to meet us in the bank at eleven . They assure me that if you confirm my answers to their questions they will do all I 've asked . Please telegraph your reply , if favorable , to my New York address . ''