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She
said
nothing
at
first
,
for
she
liked
to
hear
him
laugh
out
his
big
,
hearty
laugh
when
anything
funny
happened
,
so
she
left
him
to
discover
it
for
himself
,
and
presently
forgot
all
about
it
,
for
to
hear
a
German
read
Schiller
is
rather
an
absorbing
occupation
.
After
the
reading
came
the
lesson
,
which
was
a
lively
one
,
for
Jo
was
in
a
gay
mood
that
night
,
and
the
cocked
hat
kept
her
eyes
dancing
with
merriment
.
The
Professor
didn
’
t
know
what
to
make
of
her
,
and
stopped
at
last
to
ask
with
an
air
of
mild
surprise
that
was
irresistible
.
.
.
"
Mees
Marsch
,
for
what
do
you
laugh
in
your
master
’
s
face
?
Haf
you
no
respect
for
me
,
that
you
go
on
so
bad
?
"
"
How
can
I
be
respectful
,
Sir
,
when
you
forget
to
take
your
hat
off
?
"
said
Jo
.
Lifting
his
hand
to
his
head
,
the
absent
-
minded
Professor
gravely
felt
and
removed
the
little
cocked
hat
,
looked
at
it
a
minute
,
and
then
threw
back
his
head
and
laughed
like
a
merry
bass
viol
.
"
Ah
!
I
see
him
now
,
it
is
that
imp
Tina
who
makes
me
a
fool
with
my
cap
.
Well
,
it
is
nothing
,
but
see
you
,
if
this
lesson
goes
not
well
,
you
too
shall
wear
him
.
"
But
the
lesson
did
not
go
at
all
for
a
few
minutes
because
Mr
.
Bhaer
caught
sight
of
a
picture
on
the
hat
,
and
unfolding
it
,
said
with
great
disgust
,
"
I
wish
these
papers
did
not
come
in
the
house
.
They
are
not
for
children
to
see
,
nor
young
people
to
read
.
It
is
not
well
,
and
I
haf
no
patience
with
those
who
make
this
harm
.
"
Jo
glanced
at
the
sheet
and
saw
a
pleasing
illustration
composed
of
a
lunatic
,
a
corpse
,
a
villain
,
and
a
viper
.
She
did
not
like
it
,
but
the
impulse
that
made
her
turn
it
over
was
not
one
of
displeasure
but
fear
,
because
for
a
minute
she
fancied
the
paper
was
the
Volcano
.
It
was
not
,
however
,
and
her
panic
subsided
as
she
remembered
that
even
if
it
had
been
and
one
of
her
own
tales
in
it
,
there
would
have
been
no
name
to
betray
her
.
She
had
betrayed
herself
,
however
,
by
a
look
and
a
blush
,
for
though
an
absent
man
,
the
Professor
saw
a
good
deal
more
than
people
fancied
.
He
knew
that
Jo
wrote
,
and
had
met
her
down
among
the
newspaper
offices
more
than
once
,
but
as
she
never
spoke
of
it
,
he
asked
no
questions
in
spite
of
a
strong
desire
to
see
her
work
.
Now
it
occurred
to
him
that
she
was
doing
what
she
was
ashamed
to
own
,
and
it
troubled
him
.
He
did
not
say
to
himself
,
"
It
is
none
of
my
business
.
I
’
ve
no
right
to
say
anything
,
"
as
many
people
would
have
done
.
He
only
remembered
that
she
was
young
and
poor
,
a
girl
far
away
from
mother
’
s
love
and
father
’
s
care
,
and
he
was
moved
to
help
her
with
an
impulse
as
quick
and
natural
as
that
which
would
prompt
him
to
put
out
his
hand
to
save
a
baby
from
a
puddle
.
All
this
flashed
through
his
mind
in
a
minute
,
but
not
a
trace
of
it
appeared
in
his
face
,
and
by
the
time
the
paper
was
turned
,
and
Jo
’
s
needle
threaded
,
he
was
ready
to
say
quite
naturally
,
but
very
gravely
.
.
.
"
Yes
,
you
are
right
to
put
it
from
you
.
I
do
not
think
that
good
young
girls
should
see
such
things
.
They
are
made
pleasant
to
some
,
but
I
would
more
rather
give
my
boys
gunpowder
to
play
with
than
this
bad
trash
.
"
