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"
Well
,
we
’
ll
look
at
it
.
Can
’
t
promise
to
take
it
.
Tell
her
to
make
it
short
and
spicy
,
and
never
mind
the
moral
.
What
name
would
your
friend
like
to
put
on
it
?
"
in
a
careless
tone
.
"
None
at
all
,
if
you
please
,
she
doesn
’
t
wish
her
name
to
appear
and
has
no
nom
de
plume
,
"
said
Jo
,
blushing
in
spite
of
herself
.
"
Just
as
she
likes
,
of
course
.
The
tale
will
be
out
next
week
.
Will
you
call
for
the
money
,
or
shall
I
send
it
?
"
asked
Mr
.
Dashwood
,
who
felt
a
natural
desire
to
know
who
his
new
contributor
might
be
.
"
I
’
ll
call
.
Good
morning
,
Sir
.
"
As
she
departed
,
Mr
.
Dashwood
put
up
his
feet
,
with
the
graceful
remark
,
"
Poor
and
proud
,
as
usual
,
but
she
’
ll
do
.
"
Following
Mr
.
Dashwood
’
s
directions
,
and
making
Mrs
.
Northbury
her
model
,
Jo
rashly
took
a
plunge
into
the
frothy
sea
of
sensational
literature
,
but
thanks
to
the
life
preserver
thrown
her
by
a
friend
,
she
came
up
again
not
much
the
worse
for
her
ducking
.
Like
most
young
scribblers
,
she
went
abroad
for
her
characters
and
scenery
,
and
banditti
,
counts
,
gypsies
,
nuns
,
and
duchesses
appeared
upon
her
stage
,
and
played
their
parts
with
as
much
accuracy
and
spirit
as
could
be
expected
.
Her
readers
were
not
particular
about
such
trifles
as
grammar
,
punctuation
,
and
probability
,
and
Mr
.
Dashwood
graciously
permitted
her
to
fill
his
columns
at
the
lowest
prices
,
not
thinking
it
necessary
to
tell
her
that
the
real
cause
of
his
hospitality
was
the
fact
that
one
of
his
hacks
,
on
being
offered
higher
wages
,
had
basely
left
him
in
the
lurch
.
She
soon
became
interested
in
her
work
,
for
her
emaciated
purse
grew
stout
,
and
the
little
hoard
she
was
making
to
take
Beth
to
the
mountains
next
summer
grew
slowly
but
surely
as
the
weeks
passed
.
One
thing
disturbed
her
satisfaction
,
and
that
was
that
she
did
not
tell
them
at
home
.
She
had
a
feeling
that
Father
and
Mother
would
not
approve
,
and
preferred
to
have
her
own
way
first
,
and
beg
pardon
afterward
.
It
was
easy
to
keep
her
secret
,
for
no
name
appeared
with
her
stories
.
Mr
.
Dashwood
had
of
course
found
it
out
very
soon
,
but
promised
to
be
dumb
,
and
for
a
wonder
kept
his
word
.
She
thought
it
would
do
her
no
harm
,
for
she
sincerely
meant
to
write
nothing
of
which
she
would
be
ashamed
,
and
quieted
all
pricks
of
conscience
by
anticipations
of
the
happy
minute
when
she
should
show
her
earnings
and
laugh
over
her
well
-
kept
secret
.
But
Mr
.
Dashwood
rejected
any
but
thrilling
tales
,
and
as
thrills
could
not
be
produced
except
by
harrowing
up
the
souls
of
the
readers
,
history
and
romance
,
land
and
sea
,
science
and
art
,
police
records
and
lunatic
asylums
,
had
to
be
ransacked
for
the
purpose
.
Jo
soon
found
that
her
innocent
experience
had
given
her
but
few
glimpses
of
the
tragic
world
which
underlies
society
,
so
regarding
it
in
a
business
light
,
she
set
about
supplying
her
deficiencies
with
characteristic
energy
.
Eager
to
find
material
for
stories
,
and
bent
on
making
them
original
in
plot
,
if
not
masterly
in
execution
,
she
searched
newspapers
for
accidents
,
incidents
,
and
crimes
.
