`` I thought I should have died when I saw you two girls rattling about in the what-you-call-it , like two little kernels in a very big nutshell , and Mother waiting in state to receive the throng , '' sighed Jo , quite spent with laughter . `` I 'm very sorry you were disappointed , dear , but we all did our best to satisfy you , '' said Mrs. March , in a tone full of motherly regret . `` I am satisfied . I 've done what I undertook , and it 's not my fault that it failed . I comfort myself with that , '' said Amy with a little quiver in her voice . `` I thank you all very much for helping me , and I 'll thank you still more if you wo n't allude to it for a month , at least . '' No one did for several months , but the word ` fete ' always produced a general smile , and Laurie 's birthday gift to Amy was a tiny coral lobster in the shape of a charm for her watch guard . CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN LITERARY LESSONS Fortune suddenly smiled upon Jo , and dropped a good luck penny in her path . Not a golden penny , exactly , but I doubt if half a million would have given more real happiness then did the little sum that came to her in this wise . Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room , put on her scribbling suit , and ` fall into a vortex ' , as she expressed it , writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul , for till that was finished she could find no peace . Her ` scribbling suit ' consisted of a black woolen pinafore on which she could wipe her pen at will , and a cap of the same material , adorned with a cheerful red bow , into which she bundled her hair when the decks were cleared for action . This cap was a beacon to the inquiring eyes of her family , who during these periods kept their distance , merely popping in their heads semi-occasionally to ask , with interest , `` Does genius burn , Jo ? '' They did not always venture even to ask this question , but took an observation of the cap , and judged accordingly . If this expressive article of dress was drawn low upon the forehead , it was a sign that hard work was going on , in exciting moments it was pushed rakishly askew , and when despair seized the author it was plucked wholly off , and cast upon the floor . At such times the intruder silently withdrew , and not until the red bow was seen gaily erect upon the gifted brow , did anyone dare address Jo . She did not think herself a genius by any means , but when the writing fit came on , she gave herself up to it with entire abandon , and led a blissful life , unconscious of want , care , or bad weather , while she sat safe and happy in an imaginary world , full of friends almost as real and dear to her as any in the flesh . Sleep forsook her eyes , meals stood untasted , day and night were all too short to enjoy the happiness which blessed her only at such times , and made these hours worth living , even if they bore no other fruit . The devine afflatus usually lasted a week or two , and then she emerged from her ` vortex ' , hungry , sleepy , cross , or despondent . She was just recovering from one of these attacks when she was prevailed upon to escort Miss Crocker to a lecture , and in return for her virtue was rewarded with a new idea . It was a People 's Course , the lecture on the Pyramids , and Jo rather wondered at the choice of such a subject for such an audience , but took it for granted that some great social evil would be remedied or some great want supplied by unfolding the glories of the Pharaohs to an audience whose thoughts were busy with the price of coal and flour , and whose lives were spent in trying to solve harder riddles than that of the Sphinx .
They were early , and while Miss Crocker set the heel of her stocking , XXXXX amused herself by examining the faces of the people who occupied the seat with them .
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