PART 1
14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
(continued)
"You'd better read it aloud. That will amuse us and keep you
out of mischief," said Amy in her most grown-up tone.
"What's the name?" asked Beth, wondering why Jo kept her face
behind the sheet.
"The Rival Painters."
"That sounds well. Read it," said Meg.
With a loud "Hem!" and a long breath, Jo began to read very
fast. The girls listened with interest, for the tale was romantic,
and somewhat pathetic, as most of the characters died in the end.
"I like that about the splendid picture," was Amy's approving
remark, as Jo paused.
"I prefer the lovering part. Viola and Angelo are two of our
favorite names, isn't that queer?" said Meg, wiping her eyes, for
the lovering part was tragical.
"Who wrote it?" asked Beth, who had caught a glimpse of Jo's
face.
The reader suddenly sat up, cast away the paper, displaying
a flushed countenance, and with a funny mixture of solemnity and
excitement replied in a loud voice, "Your sister."
"You?" cried Meg, dropping her work.
"It's very good," said Amy critically.
"I knew it! I knew it! Oh, my Jo, I am so proud!" And Beth
ran to hug her sister and exult over this splendid success.
Dear me, how delighted they all were, to be sure! How Meg
wouldn't believe it till she saw the words. "Miss Josephine
March," actually printed in the paper. How graciously Amy
critisized the artistic parts of the story, and offered hints for
a sequel, which unfortunately couldn't be carried out, as the
hero and heroine were dead. How Beth got excited, and skipped
and sang with joy. How Hannah came in to exclaim, "Sakes alive,
well I never!" in great astonishment at `that Jo's doin's'. How
proud Mrs. March was when she knew it. How Jo laughed, with
tears in her eyes, as she declared she might as well be a peacock
and done with it. and how th `Spread Eagle' might be said to
flap his wings triumphantly over the House of March, as the
paper passed from hand to hand.
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