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"
All
may
not
be
bad
,
only
silly
,
you
know
,
and
if
there
is
a
demand
for
it
,
I
don
’
t
see
any
harm
in
supplying
it
.
Many
very
respectable
people
make
an
honest
living
out
of
what
are
called
sensation
stories
,
"
said
Jo
,
scratching
gathers
so
energetically
that
a
row
of
little
slits
followed
her
pin
.
"
There
is
a
demand
for
whisky
,
but
I
think
you
and
I
do
not
care
to
sell
it
.
If
the
respectable
people
knew
what
harm
they
did
,
they
would
not
feel
that
the
living
was
honest
.
They
haf
no
right
to
put
poison
in
the
sugarplum
,
and
let
the
small
ones
eat
it
.
No
,
they
should
think
a
little
,
and
sweep
mud
in
the
street
before
they
do
this
thing
.
"
Mr
.
Bhaer
spoke
warmly
,
and
walked
to
the
fire
,
crumpling
the
paper
in
his
hands
.
Jo
sat
still
,
looking
as
if
the
fire
had
come
to
her
,
for
her
cheeks
burned
long
after
the
cocked
hat
had
turned
to
smoke
and
gone
harmlessly
up
the
chimney
.
"
I
should
like
much
to
send
all
the
rest
after
him
,
"
muttered
the
Professor
,
coming
back
with
a
relieved
air
.
Jo
thought
what
a
blaze
her
pile
of
papers
upstairs
would
make
,
and
her
hard
-
earned
money
lay
rather
heavily
on
her
conscience
at
that
minute
.
Then
she
thought
consolingly
to
herself
,
"
Mine
are
not
like
that
,
they
are
only
silly
,
never
bad
,
so
I
won
’
t
be
worried
,
"
and
taking
up
her
book
,
she
said
,
with
a
studious
face
,
"
Shall
we
go
on
,
Sir
?
I
’
ll
be
very
good
and
proper
now
.
"
"
I
shall
hope
so
,
"
was
all
he
said
,
but
he
meant
more
than
she
imagined
,
and
the
grave
,
kind
look
he
gave
her
made
her
feel
as
if
the
words
Weekly
Volcano
were
printed
in
large
type
on
her
forehead
.
As
soon
as
she
went
to
her
room
,
she
got
out
her
papers
,
and
carefully
reread
every
one
of
her
stories
.
Being
a
little
shortsighted
,
Mr
.
Bhaer
sometimes
used
eye
glasses
,
and
Jo
had
tried
them
once
,
smiling
to
see
how
they
magnified
the
fine
print
of
her
book
.
Now
she
seemed
to
have
on
the
Professor
’
s
mental
or
moral
spectacles
also
,
for
the
faults
of
these
poor
stories
glared
at
her
dreadfully
and
filled
her
with
dismay
.
"
They
are
trash
,
and
will
soon
be
worse
trash
if
I
go
on
,
for
each
is
more
sensational
than
the
last
.
I
’
ve
gone
blindly
on
,
hurting
myself
and
other
people
,
for
the
sake
of
money
.
I
know
it
’
s
so
,
for
I
can
’
t
read
this
stuff
in
sober
earnest
without
being
horribly
ashamed
of
it
,
and
what
should
I
do
if
they
were
seen
at
home
or
Mr
.
Bhaer
got
hold
of
them
?
"
Jo
turned
hot
at
the
bare
idea
,
and
stuffed
the
whole
bundle
into
her
stove
,
nearly
setting
the
chimney
afire
with
the
blaze
.
