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Not
having
much
money
,
or
knowing
what
he
’
d
like
,
I
got
several
little
things
,
and
put
them
about
the
room
,
where
he
would
find
them
unexpectedly
.
They
were
useful
,
pretty
,
or
funny
,
a
new
standish
on
his
table
,
a
little
vase
for
his
flower
,
he
always
has
one
,
or
a
bit
of
green
in
a
glass
,
to
keep
him
fresh
,
he
says
,
and
a
holder
for
his
blower
,
so
that
he
needn
’
t
burn
up
what
Amy
calls
‘
mouchoirs
’
.
I
made
it
like
those
Beth
invented
,
a
big
butterfly
with
a
fat
body
,
and
black
and
yellow
wings
,
worsted
feelers
,
and
bead
eyes
.
It
took
his
fancy
immensely
,
and
he
put
it
on
his
mantlepiece
as
an
article
of
virtue
,
so
it
was
rather
a
failure
after
all
.
Poor
as
he
is
,
he
didn
’
t
forget
a
servant
or
a
child
in
the
house
,
and
not
a
soul
here
,
from
the
French
laundrywoman
to
Miss
Norton
forgot
him
.
I
was
so
glad
of
that
.
They
got
up
a
masquerade
,
and
had
a
gay
time
New
Year
’
s
Eve
.
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
go
down
,
having
no
dress
.
But
at
the
last
minute
,
Mrs
.
Kirke
remembered
some
old
brocades
,
and
Miss
Norton
lent
me
lace
and
feathers
.
So
I
dressed
up
as
Mrs
.
Malaprop
,
and
sailed
in
with
a
mask
on
.
No
one
knew
me
,
for
I
disguised
my
voice
,
and
no
one
dreamed
of
the
silent
,
haughty
Miss
March
(
for
they
think
I
am
very
stiff
and
cool
,
most
of
them
,
and
so
I
am
to
whippersnappers
)
could
dance
and
dress
,
and
burst
out
into
a
‘
nice
derangement
of
epitaphs
,
like
an
allegory
on
the
banks
of
the
Nile
’
.
I
enjoyed
it
very
much
,
and
when
we
unmasked
it
was
fun
to
see
them
stare
at
me
.
I
heard
one
of
the
young
men
tell
another
that
he
knew
I
’
d
been
an
actress
,
in
fact
,
he
thought
he
remembered
seeing
me
at
one
of
the
minor
theaters
.
Meg
will
relish
that
joke
.
Mr
Bhaer
was
Nick
Bottom
,
and
Tina
was
Titania
,
a
perfect
little
fairy
in
his
arms
.
To
see
them
dance
was
‘
quite
a
landscape
’
,
to
use
a
Teddyism
.
I
had
a
very
happy
New
Year
,
after
all
,
and
when
I
thought
it
over
in
my
room
,
I
felt
as
if
I
was
getting
on
a
little
in
spite
of
my
many
failures
,
for
I
’
m
cheerful
all
the
time
now
,
work
with
a
will
,
and
take
more
interest
in
other
people
than
I
used
to
,
which
is
satisfactory
.
Bless
you
all
!
Ever
your
loving
.
.
.
Jo
Though
very
happy
in
the
social
atmosphere
about
her
,
and
very
busy
with
the
daily
work
that
earned
her
bread
and
made
it
sweeter
for
the
effort
,
Jo
still
found
time
for
literary
labors
.
The
purpose
which
now
took
possession
of
her
was
a
natural
one
to
a
poor
and
ambitious
girl
,
but
the
means
she
took
to
gain
her
end
were
not
the
best
.
She
saw
that
money
conferred
power
,
money
and
power
,
therefore
,
she
resolved
to
have
,
not
to
be
used
for
herself
alone
,
but
for
those
whom
she
loved
more
than
life
.
The
dream
of
filling
home
with
comforts
,
giving
Beth
everything
she
wanted
,
from
strawberries
in
winter
to
an
organ
in
her
bedroom
,
going
abroad
herself
,
and
always
having
more
than
enough
,
so
that
she
might
indulge
in
the
luxury
of
charity
,
had
been
for
years
Jo
’
s
most
cherished
castle
in
the
air
.
The
prize
-
story
experience
had
seemed
to
open
a
way
which
might
,
after
long
traveling
and
much
uphill
work
,
lead
to
this
delightful
chateau
en
Espagne
.
But
the
novel
disaster
quenched
her
courage
for
a
time
,
for
public
opinion
is
a
giant
which
has
frightened
stouter
-
hearted
Jacks
on
bigger
beanstalks
than
hers
.
Like
that
immortal
hero
,
she
reposed
awhile
after
the
first
attempt
,
which
resulted
in
a
tumble
and
the
least
lovely
of
the
giant
’
s
treasures
,
if
I
remember
rightly
.
But
the
‘
up
again
and
take
another
’
spirit
was
as
strong
in
Jo
as
in
Jack
,
so
she
scrambled
up
on
the
shady
side
this
time
and
got
more
booty
,
but
nearly
left
behind
her
what
was
far
more
precious
than
the
moneybags
.
She
took
to
writing
sensation
stories
,
for
in
those
dark
ages
,
even
all
-
perfect
America
read
rubbish
.
She
told
no
one
,
but
concocted
a
‘
thrilling
tale
’
,
and
boldly
carried
it
herself
to
Mr
.
Dashwood
,
editor
of
the
Weekly
Volcano
.
She
had
never
read
Sartor
Resartus
,
but
she
had
a
womanly
instinct
that
clothes
possess
an
influence
more
powerful
over
many
than
the
worth
of
character
or
the
magic
of
manners
.
So
she
dressed
herself
in
her
best
,
and
trying
to
persuade
herself
that
she
was
neither
excited
nor
nervous
,
bravely
climbed
two
pairs
of
dark
and
dirty
stairs
to
find
herself
in
a
disorderly
room
,
a
cloud
of
cigar
smoke
,
and
the
presence
of
three
gentlemen
,
sitting
with
their
heels
rather
higher
than
their
hats
,
which
articles
of
dress
none
of
them
took
the
trouble
to
remove
on
her
appearance
.
Somewhat
daunted
by
this
reception
,
Jo
hesitated
on
the
threshold
,
murmuring
in
much
embarrassment
.
.
.
"
Excuse
me
,
I
was
looking
for
the
Weekly
Volcano
office
.
I
wished
to
see
Mr
.
Dashwood
.
"
Down
went
the
highest
pair
of
heels
,
up
rose
the
smokiest
gentleman
,
and
carefully
cherishing
his
cigar
between
his
fingers
,
he
advanced
with
a
nod
and
a
countenance
expressive
of
nothing
but
sleep
.
Feeling
that
she
must
get
through
the
matter
somehow
,
Jo
produced
her
manuscript
and
,
blushing
redder
and
redder
with
each
sentence
,
blundered
out
fragments
of
the
little
speech
carefully
prepared
for
the
occasion
.
