I know it 's so , for I ca n'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 . `` Yes , that 's the best place for such inflammable nonsense . I 'd better burn the house down , I suppose , than let other people blow themselves up with my gunpowder , '' she thought as she watched the Demon of the Jura whisk away , a little black cinder with fiery eyes . But when nothing remained of all her three month 's work except a heap of ashes and the money in her lap , Jo looked sober , as she sat on the floor , wondering what she ought to do about her wages . `` I think I have n't done much harm yet , and may keep this to pay for my time , '' she said , after a long meditation , adding impatiently , `` I almost wish I had n't any conscience , it 's so inconvenient . If I did n't care about doing right , and did n't feel uncomfortable when doing wrong , I should get on capitally . I ca n't help wishing sometimes , that Mother and Father had n't been so particular about such things . '' Ah , Jo , instead of wishing that , thank God that ` Father and Mother were particular ' , and pity from your heart those who have no such guardians to hedge them round with principles which may seem like prison walls to impatient youth , but which will prove sure foundations to build character upon in womanhood . Jo wrote no more sensational stories , deciding that the money did not pay for her share of the sensation , but going to the other extreme , as is the way with people of her stamp , she took a course of Mrs. Sherwood , Miss Edgeworth , and Hannah More , and then produced a tale which might have been more properly called an essay or a sermon , so intensely moral was it . She had her doubts about it from the beginning , for her lively fancy and girlish romance felt as ill at ease in the new style as she would have done masquerading in the stiff and cumbrous costume of the last century . She sent this didactic gem to several markets , but it found no purchaser , and she was inclined to agree with Mr. Dashwood that morals did n't sell . Then she tried a child 's story , which she could easily have disposed of if she had not been mercenary enough to demand filthy lucre for it . The only person who offered enough to make it worth her while to try juvenile literature was a worthy gentleman who felt it his mission to convert all the world to his particular belief . But much as she liked to write for children , Jo could not consent to depict all her naughty boys as being eaten by bears or tossed by mad bulls because they did not go to a particular Sabbath school , nor all the good infants who did go as rewarded by every kind of bliss , from gilded gingerbread to escorts of angels when they departed this life with psalms or sermons on their lisping tongues . So nothing came of these trials , and Jo corked up her inkstand , and said in a fit of very wholesome humility ... `` I do n't know anything . I 'll wait until I do before I try again , and meantime , ` sweep mud in the street ' if I ca n't do better , that 's honest , at least . '' Which decision proved that her second tumble down the beanstalk had done her some good . While these internal revolutions were going on , her external life had been as busy and uneventful as usual , and if she sometimes looked serious or a little sad no one observed it but Professor Bhaer . He did it so quietly that Jo never knew he was watching to see if she would accept and profit by his reproof , but she stood the test , and he was satisfied , for though no words passed between them , he knew that she had given up writing .
Not only did he guess it by the fact that the XXXXX finger of her right hand was no longer inky , but she spent her evenings downstairs now , was met no more among newspaper offices , and studied with a dogged patience , which assured him that she was bent on occupying her mind with something useful , if not pleasant .
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