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"
Bundle
everything
into
a
basket
and
send
it
to
the
Hummels
.
Germans
like
messes
.
I
’
m
sick
of
the
sight
of
this
,
and
there
’
s
no
reason
you
should
all
die
of
a
surfeit
because
I
’
ve
been
a
fool
,
"
cried
Amy
,
wiping
her
eyes
.
"
I
thought
I
should
have
died
when
I
saw
you
two
girls
rattling
about
in
the
what
-
you
-
call
-
it
,
like
two
little
kernels
in
a
very
big
nutshell
,
and
Mother
waiting
in
state
to
receive
the
throng
,
"
sighed
Jo
,
quite
spent
with
laughter
.
"
I
’
m
very
sorry
you
were
disappointed
,
dear
,
but
we
all
did
our
best
to
satisfy
you
,
"
said
Mrs
.
March
,
in
a
tone
full
of
motherly
regret
.
"
I
am
satisfied
.
I
’
ve
done
what
I
undertook
,
and
it
’
s
not
my
fault
that
it
failed
.
I
comfort
myself
with
that
,
"
said
Amy
with
a
little
quiver
in
her
voice
.
"
I
thank
you
all
very
much
for
helping
me
,
and
I
’
ll
thank
you
still
more
if
you
won
’
t
allude
to
it
for
a
month
,
at
least
.
"
No
one
did
for
several
months
,
but
the
word
‘
fete
’
always
produced
a
general
smile
,
and
Laurie
’
s
birthday
gift
to
Amy
was
a
tiny
coral
lobster
in
the
shape
of
a
charm
for
her
watch
guard
.
Fortune
suddenly
smiled
upon
Jo
,
and
dropped
a
good
luck
penny
in
her
path
.
Not
a
golden
penny
,
exactly
,
but
I
doubt
if
half
a
million
would
have
given
more
real
happiness
then
did
the
little
sum
that
came
to
her
in
this
wise
.
Every
few
weeks
she
would
shut
herself
up
in
her
room
,
put
on
her
scribbling
suit
,
and
‘
fall
into
a
vortex
’
,
as
she
expressed
it
,
writing
away
at
her
novel
with
all
her
heart
and
soul
,
for
till
that
was
finished
she
could
find
no
peace
.
Her
‘
scribbling
suit
’
consisted
of
a
black
woolen
pinafore
on
which
she
could
wipe
her
pen
at
will
,
and
a
cap
of
the
same
material
,
adorned
with
a
cheerful
red
bow
,
into
which
she
bundled
her
hair
when
the
decks
were
cleared
for
action
.
This
cap
was
a
beacon
to
the
inquiring
eyes
of
her
family
,
who
during
these
periods
kept
their
distance
,
merely
popping
in
their
heads
semi
-
occasionally
to
ask
,
with
interest
,
"
Does
genius
burn
,
Jo
?
"
They
did
not
always
venture
even
to
ask
this
question
,
but
took
an
observation
of
the
cap
,
and
judged
accordingly
.
If
this
expressive
article
of
dress
was
drawn
low
upon
the
forehead
,
it
was
a
sign
that
hard
work
was
going
on
,
in
exciting
moments
it
was
pushed
rakishly
askew
,
and
when
despair
seized
the
author
it
was
plucked
wholly
off
,
and
cast
upon
the
floor
.
At
such
times
the
intruder
silently
withdrew
,
and
not
until
the
red
bow
was
seen
gaily
erect
upon
the
gifted
brow
,
did
anyone
dare
address
Jo
.
She
did
not
think
herself
a
genius
by
any
means
,
but
when
the
writing
fit
came
on
,
she
gave
herself
up
to
it
with
entire
abandon
,
and
led
a
blissful
life
,
unconscious
of
want
,
care
,
or
bad
weather
,
while
she
sat
safe
and
happy
in
an
imaginary
world
,
full
of
friends
almost
as
real
and
dear
to
her
as
any
in
the
flesh
.
Sleep
forsook
her
eyes
,
meals
stood
untasted
,
day
and
night
were
all
too
short
to
enjoy
the
happiness
which
blessed
her
only
at
such
times
,
and
made
these
hours
worth
living
,
even
if
they
bore
no
other
fruit
.
The
devine
afflatus
usually
lasted
a
week
or
two
,
and
then
she
emerged
from
her
‘
vortex
’
,
hungry
,
sleepy
,
cross
,
or
despondent
.
She
was
just
recovering
from
one
of
these
attacks
when
she
was
prevailed
upon
to
escort
Miss
Crocker
to
a
lecture
,
and
in
return
for
her
virtue
was
rewarded
with
a
new
idea
.
It
was
a
People
’
s
Course
,
the
lecture
on
the
Pyramids
,
and
Jo
rather
wondered
at
the
choice
of
such
a
subject
for
such
an
audience
,
but
took
it
for
granted
that
some
great
social
evil
would
be
remedied
or
some
great
want
supplied
by
unfolding
the
glories
of
the
Pharaohs
to
an
audience
whose
thoughts
were
busy
with
the
price
of
coal
and
flour
,
and
whose
lives
were
spent
in
trying
to
solve
harder
riddles
than
that
of
the
Sphinx
.
They
were
early
,
and
while
Miss
Crocker
set
the
heel
of
her
stocking
,
Jo
amused
herself
by
examining
the
faces
of
the
people
who
occupied
the
seat
with
them
.
