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Jo
was
very
busy
in
the
garret
,
for
the
October
days
began
to
grow
chilly
,
and
the
afternoons
were
short
.
For
two
or
three
hours
the
sun
lay
warmly
in
the
high
window
,
showing
Jo
seated
on
the
old
sofa
,
writing
busily
,
with
her
papers
spread
out
upon
a
trunk
before
her
,
while
Scrabble
,
the
pet
rat
,
promenaded
the
beams
overhead
,
accompanied
by
his
oldest
son
,
a
fine
young
fellow
,
who
was
evidently
very
proud
of
his
whiskers
.
Quite
absorbed
in
her
work
,
Jo
scribbled
away
till
the
last
page
was
filled
,
when
she
signed
her
name
with
a
flourish
and
threw
down
her
pen
,
exclaiming
.
.
.
"
There
,
I
’
ve
done
my
best
!
If
this
won
’
t
suit
I
shall
have
to
wait
till
I
can
do
better
.
"
Lying
back
on
the
sofa
,
she
read
the
manuscript
carefully
through
,
making
dashes
here
and
there
,
and
putting
in
many
exclamation
points
,
which
looked
like
little
balloons
.
Then
she
tied
it
up
with
a
smart
red
ribbon
,
and
sat
a
minute
looking
at
it
with
a
sober
,
wistful
expression
,
which
plainly
showed
how
earnest
her
work
had
been
.
Jo
’
s
desk
up
here
was
an
old
tin
kitchen
which
hung
against
the
wall
.
In
it
she
kept
her
papers
,
and
a
few
books
,
safely
shut
away
from
Scrabble
,
who
,
being
likewise
of
a
literary
turn
,
was
fond
of
making
a
circulating
library
of
such
books
as
were
left
in
his
way
by
eating
the
leaves
.
From
this
tin
receptacle
Jo
produced
another
manuscript
,
and
putting
both
in
her
pocket
,
crept
quietly
downstairs
,
leaving
her
friends
to
nibble
on
her
pens
and
taste
her
ink
.
She
put
on
her
hat
and
jacket
as
noiselessly
as
possible
,
and
going
to
the
back
entry
window
,
got
out
upon
the
roof
of
a
low
porch
,
swung
herself
down
to
the
grassy
bank
,
and
took
a
roundabout
way
to
the
road
.
Once
there
,
she
composed
herself
,
hailed
a
passing
omnibus
,
and
rolled
away
to
town
,
looking
very
merry
and
mysterious
.
If
anyone
had
been
watching
her
,
he
would
have
thought
her
movements
decidedly
peculiar
,
for
on
alighting
,
she
went
off
at
a
great
pace
till
she
reached
a
certain
number
in
a
certain
busy
street
.
Having
found
the
place
with
some
difficulty
,
she
went
into
the
doorway
,
looked
up
the
dirty
stairs
,
and
after
standing
stock
still
a
minute
,
suddenly
dived
into
the
street
and
walked
away
as
rapidly
as
she
came
.
This
maneuver
she
repeated
several
times
,
to
the
great
amusement
of
a
black
-
eyed
young
gentleman
lounging
in
the
window
of
a
building
opposite
.
On
returning
for
the
third
time
,
Jo
gave
herself
a
shake
,
pulled
her
hat
over
her
eyes
,
and
walked
up
the
stairs
,
looking
as
if
she
were
going
to
have
all
her
teeth
out
.
There
was
a
dentist
’
s
sign
,
among
others
,
which
adorned
the
entrance
,
and
after
staring
a
moment
at
the
pair
of
artificial
jaws
which
slowly
opened
and
shut
to
draw
attention
to
a
fine
set
of
teeth
,
the
young
gentleman
put
on
his
coat
,
took
his
hat
,
and
went
down
to
post
himself
in
the
opposite
doorway
,
saying
with
a
smile
and
a
shiver
,
"
It
’
s
like
her
to
come
alone
,
but
if
she
has
a
bad
time
she
’
ll
need
someone
to
help
her
home
.
"
In
ten
minutes
Jo
came
running
downstairs
with
a
very
red
face
and
the
general
appearance
of
a
person
who
had
just
passed
through
a
trying
ordeal
of
some
sort
.
When
she
saw
the
young
gentleman
she
looked
anything
but
pleased
,
and
passed
him
with
a
nod
.
But
he
followed
,
asking
with
an
air
of
sympathy
,
"
Did
you
have
a
bad
time
?
"
"
Not
very
.
"
"
You
got
through
quickly
.
"
"
Yes
,
thank
goodness
!
"
