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"Run, Beth, and help Hannah clear half the things off the tableIt will be too absurd to put a luncheon for twelve before a single girl," cried Jo, hurrying away to the lower regions, too excited to stop even for a laugh
In came Amy, quite calm and delightfully cordial to the one guest who had kept her promiseThe rest of the family, being of a dramatic turn, played their parts equally well, and Miss Eliott found them a most hilarious set, for it was impossible to control entirely the merriment which possessed themThe remodeled lunch being gaily partaken of, the studio and garden visited, and art discussed with enthusiasm, Amy ordered a buggy (alas for the elegant cherry-bounce), and drove her friend quietly about the neighborhood till sunset, when `the party went out'
As she came walking in, looking very tired but as composed as ever, she observed that every vestige of the unfortunate fete had disappeared, except a suspicious pucker about the corners of Jo's mouth
"You've had a loverly afternoon for your drive, dear," said her mother, as respectfully as if the whole twelve had come
"Miss Eliott is a very sweet girl, and seemed to enjoy herself, I thought," observed Beth, with unusual warmth
"Could you spare me some of your cake? I really need some, I have so much company, and I can't make such delicious stuff as yours," asked Meg soberlyI'm the only one here who likes sweet things, and it will mold before I can dispose of it," answered Amy, thinking with a sigh of the generous store she had laid in for such an end as this
"It's a pity louis vuitton replica handbags Laurie isn't here to help us," began Jo, as they sat down to ice cream and salad for the second time in two days
A warning look from her mother checked any further remarks, and the whole family ate in heroic silence, till MrMarch mildly observed, "salad was one of the favorite dishes of the ancients, and Evelyn Here a general explosion of laughter cut short the `history of salads', to the great surprise of the learned gentleman
"Bundle everything into a basket and send it to the HummelsI'm sick of the sight of this, and there's no reason you should all die of a surfeit because I've been a fool," cried Amy, wiping her eyes"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 MrsMarch, in a tone full of motherly regretI've done what I undertook, and it's not my fault that it failedI 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 won'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
Fortune suddenly smiled upon Jo, and dropped a good luck penny in her pathNot a golden penny, exactly, replica gucci handbags 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 peaceHer `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 actionThis 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 accordinglyIf 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, and cast upon the floorAt 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 louis vuitton demin bags for sale in the uk world, full of friends almost as real and dear to her as any in the fleshSleep 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 fruitThe 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 ideaIt 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, Jo amused herself by examining the faces of the people who occupied the seat with themOn her left were two matrons, with massive foreheads and bonnets to match, discussing Women's Rights and making tattingBeyond sat a pair of humble lovers, artlessly holding each other by the hand, a somber spinster eating peppermints out of a paper bag, and an old gentleman taking his preparatory nap behind a yellow bandannaOn her right, her only neighbor was a studious looking lad absorbed in a knock off chanel handbags newspaper
It was a pictorial sheet, and Jo examined the work of art nearest her, idly wondering what fortuitous concatenation of circumstances needed the melodramatic illustration of an Indian in full war costume, tumbling over a precipice with a wolf at his throat, while two infuriated young gentlemen, with unnaturally small feet and big eyes,were stabbing each other close by, and a disheveled female was flying away in the background with her mouth wide openPausing to turn a page, the lad saw her looking and, with boyish good nature offered half his paper, saying bluntly, "want to read it? That's a first-rate story
Jo accepted it with a smile, for she had never outgrown her liking for lads, and soon found herself involved in the usual labyrinth of love, mystery, and murder, for the story belonged to that class of light literature in which the passions have a holiday, and when the author's invention fails, a grand catastrophe clears the stage of one half the dramatis personae, leaving the other half to exult over their downfall
"Prime, isn't it?" asked the boy, as her eye went down the last paragraph of her portion
"I think you and I could do as well as that if we tried," returned Jo, amused at his admiration of the trash
"I should think I was a pretty lucky chap if I couldShe makes a good living out of such stories, they say And he pointed to the name of MrsNorthbury, under the title of the tale
"Do you know her?" asked Jo, with sudden interest
"No, but I read all her pieces, and I know a fellow who works in the office where this paper is chanel logo earrings prin |
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