PART 2
34. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
 (continued)
But the lesson did not go at all for a few minutes because
 Mr. Bhaer caught sight of a picture on the hat, and unfolding it,
 said with great disgust, "I wish these papers did not come in the house.
 They are not for children to see,  nor young people to read.
 It is not well, and I haf no patience with those who make this harm." 
Jo glanced at the sheet and saw a pleasing illustration
 composed of a lunatic, a corpse, a villian, and a viper.  She
 did not like it, but the impulse that made her turn it over
 was not one of displeasure but fear, because for a minute
 she fancied the paper was the Volcano.  It was not, however, 
 and her panic subsided as she remembered that even if it
 had been and one of her own tales in it, there would have
 been no name to betray her.  She had betrayed herself, however,
 by a look and a blush, for though an absent man, the
 Professor saw a good deal more than people fancied.  He
 knew that Jo wrote, and had met her down among the newspaper
 offices more than once, but as she never spoke of it, 
 he asked no questions in spite of a strong desire to see her
 work.  Now it occurred to him that she was doing what she
 was ashamed to own, and it troubled him.  He did not say to
 himself, "It is none of my business.  I've no right to say
 anything," as many people would have done.  He only remembered
 that she was young and poor, a girl far away from
 mother's love and father's care, and he was moved to help
 her with an impulse as quick and natural as that which
 would prompt him to put out his hand to save a baby from
 a puddle.  All this flashed through his mind in a minute, 
 but not a trace of it appeared in his face, and by the
 time the paper was turned, and Jo's needle threaded, he
 was ready to say quite naturally, but very gravely... 
"Yes, you are right to put it from you.  I do not think
 that good young girls should see such things.  They are made
 pleasant to some, but I would more rather give my boys gunpowder
 to play with than this bad trash." 
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