PART 2
27. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
 (continued)
Her family and friends administered comfort and commendation
 liberally.  Yet it was a hard time for sensitive, high-spirited Jo, 
 who meant so well and had apparently done so ill.  But it did her
 good, for those whose opinion had real value gave her the critism
 which is an author's best education, and when the first soreness
 was over, she could laugh at her poor little book, yet believe in
 it still, and feel herself the wiser and stronger for the buffeting
 she had received. 
"Not being a genius, like Keats, it won't kill me," she said
 stoutly, "and I've got the joke on my side, after all, for the parts
 that were taken straight out of real life are denounced as impossible
 and absurd, and the scenes that I made up out of my own silly head
 are pronounced `charmingly natural, tender, and true'.  So I'll
 comfort myself with that, and when I'm ready, I'll up again and take
 another." 
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