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"
Well
,
"
said
Jo
,
laughing
,
"
if
my
people
are
‘
philosophical
and
metaphysical
’
,
it
isn
’
t
my
fault
,
for
I
know
nothing
about
such
things
,
except
what
I
hear
father
say
,
sometimes
.
If
I
’
ve
got
some
of
his
wise
ideas
jumbled
up
with
my
romance
,
so
much
the
better
for
me
.
Now
,
Beth
,
what
do
you
say
?
"
"
I
should
so
like
to
see
it
printed
soon
,
"
was
all
Beth
said
,
and
smiled
in
saying
it
.
But
there
was
an
unconscious
emphasis
on
the
last
word
,
and
a
wistful
look
in
the
eyes
that
never
lost
their
childlike
candor
,
which
chilled
Jo
’
s
heart
for
a
minute
with
a
forboding
fear
,
and
decided
her
to
make
her
little
venture
‘
soon
’
.
So
,
with
Spartan
firmness
,
the
young
authoress
laid
her
first
-
born
on
her
table
,
and
chopped
it
up
as
ruthlessly
as
any
ogre
.
In
the
hope
of
pleasing
everyone
,
she
took
everyone
’
s
advice
,
and
like
the
old
man
and
his
donkey
in
the
fable
suited
nobody
.
Her
father
liked
the
metaphysical
streak
which
had
unconsciously
got
into
it
,
so
that
was
allowed
to
remain
though
she
had
her
doubts
about
it
.
Her
mother
thought
that
there
was
a
trifle
too
much
description
.
Out
,
therefore
it
came
,
and
with
it
many
necessary
links
in
the
story
.
Meg
admired
the
tragedy
,
so
Jo
piled
up
the
agony
to
suit
her
,
while
Amy
objected
to
the
fun
,
and
,
with
the
best
intentions
in
life
,
Jo
quenched
the
spritly
scenes
which
relieved
the
somber
character
of
the
story
.
Then
,
to
complicate
the
ruin
,
she
cut
it
down
one
third
,
and
confidingly
sent
the
poor
little
romance
,
like
a
picked
robin
,
out
into
the
big
,
busy
world
to
try
its
fate
.
Well
,
it
was
printed
,
and
she
got
three
hundred
dollars
for
it
,
likewise
plenty
of
praise
and
blame
,
both
so
much
greater
than
she
expected
that
she
was
thrown
into
a
state
of
bewilderment
from
which
it
took
her
some
time
to
recover
.
"
You
said
,
Mother
,
that
criticism
would
help
me
.
But
how
can
it
,
when
it
’
s
so
contradictory
that
I
don
’
t
know
whether
I
’
ve
written
a
promising
book
or
broken
all
the
ten
commandments
?
"
cried
poor
Jo
,
turning
over
a
heap
of
notices
,
the
perusal
of
which
filled
her
with
pride
and
joy
one
minute
,
wrath
and
dismay
the
next
.
"
This
man
says
,
‘
An
exquisite
book
,
full
of
truth
,
beauty
,
and
earnestness
.
’
‘
All
is
sweet
,
pure
,
and
healthy
.
’
"
continued
the
perplexed
authoress
.
"
The
next
,
‘
The
theory
of
the
book
is
bad
,
full
of
morbid
fancies
,
spiritualistic
ideas
,
and
unnatural
characters
.
’
Now
,
as
I
had
no
theory
of
any
kind
,
don
’
t
believe
in
Spiritualism
,
and
copied
my
characters
from
life
,
I
don
’
t
see
how
this
critic
can
be
right
.
Another
says
,
‘
It
’
s
one
of
the
best
American
novels
which
has
appeared
for
years
.
’
(
I
know
better
than
that
)
,
and
the
next
asserts
that
‘
Though
it
is
original
,
and
written
with
great
force
and
feeling
,
it
is
a
dangerous
book
.
’
‘
Tisn
’
t
!
Some
make
fun
of
it
,
some
overpraise
,
and
nearly
all
insist
that
I
had
a
deep
theory
to
expound
,
when
I
only
wrote
it
for
the
pleasure
and
the
money
.
I
wish
I
’
d
printed
the
whole
or
not
at
all
,
for
I
do
hate
to
be
so
misjudged
.
"
Her
family
and
friends
administered
comfort
and
commendation
liberally
.
Yet
it
was
a
hard
time
for
sensitive
,
high
-
spirited
Jo
,
who
meant
so
well
and
had
apparently
done
so
ill
.
But
it
did
her
good
,
for
those
whose
opinion
had
real
value
gave
her
the
criticism
which
is
an
author
’
s
best
education
,
and
when
the
first
soreness
was
over
,
she
could
laugh
at
her
poor
little
book
,
yet
believe
in
it
still
,
and
feel
herself
the
wiser
and
stronger
for
the
buffeting
she
had
received
"
Not
being
a
genius
,
like
Keats
,
it
won
’
t
kill
me
,
"
she
said
stoutly
,
"
and
I
’
ve
got
the
joke
on
my
side
,
after
all
,
for
the
parts
that
were
taken
straight
out
of
real
life
are
denounced
as
impossible
and
absurd
,
and
the
scenes
that
I
made
up
out
of
my
own
silly
head
are
pronounced
‘
charmingly
natural
,
tender
,
and
true
’
.
So
I
’
ll
comfort
myself
with
that
,
and
when
I
’
m
ready
,
I
’
ll
up
again
and
take
another
.
"
Like
most
other
young
matrons
,
Meg
began
her
married
life
with
the
determination
to
be
a
model
housekeeper
.
John
should
find
home
a
paradise
,
he
should
always
see
a
smiling
face
,
should
fare
sumptuously
every
day
,
and
never
know
the
loss
of
a
button
.
She
brought
so
much
love
,
energy
,
and
cheerfulness
to
the
work
that
she
could
not
but
succeed
,
in
spite
of
some
obstacles
.
Her
paradise
was
not
a
tranquil
one
,
for
the
little
woman
fussed
,
was
over
-
anxious
to
please
,
and
bustled
about
like
a
true
Martha
,
cumbered
with
many
cares
.
She
was
too
tired
,
sometimes
,
even
to
smile
,
John
grew
dyspeptic
after
a
course
of
dainty
dishes
and
ungratefully
demanded
plain
fare
.
As
for
buttons
,
she
soon
learned
to
wonder
where
they
went
,
to
shake
her
head
over
the
carelessness
of
men
,
and
to
threaten
to
make
him
sew
them
on
himself
,
and
see
if
his
work
would
stand
impatient
and
clumsy
fingers
any
better
than
hers
.
