PART 2
27. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
 (continued)
Her father liked the metaphysical streak which had unconsciously
 got into it, so that was allowed to remain though she had her
 doubts about it.  Her mother thought that there was a trifle too much
 description.  Out, therefore it came, and with it many necessary
 links in the story.  Meg admired the tragedy, so Jo piled up the
 agony to suit her, while Amy objected to the fun, and, with the
 best intentions in life, Jo quenched the spritly scenes which
 relieved the somber character of the story.  Then, to complicate
 the ruin, she cut it down one third, and confidingly sent the
 poor little romance, like a picked robin, out into the big, busy
 world to try its fate. 
Well, it was printed, and she got three hundred dollars for
 it, likewise plenty of praise and blame, both so much greater than
 she expected that she was thrown into a state of bewilderment from
 which it took her some time to recover. 
"You said, Mother, that criticism would help me.  But how can
 it, when it's so contradictory that I don't know whether I've written
 a promising book or broken all the ten commandments?" cried poor
 Jo, turning over a heap of notices, the perusal of which filled her
 with pride and joy one minute, wrath and dismay the next.  "This
 man says, `An exquisite book, full of truth, beauty, and earnestness. 
All is sweet, pure, and healthy.'" continued the perplexed
 authoress.  "The next, `The theory of the book is bad, full of
 morbid fancies, spiritualistic ideas, and unnatural characters.'
 Now, as I had no theory of any kind, don't believe in Spiritualism, 
 and copied my characters from life, I don't see how this critic can
 be right.  Another says, `It's one of the best American novels which
 has appeared for years.' (I know better than that), and the next
 asserts that `Though it is original, and written with great force
 and feeling, it is a dangerous book.' 'Tisn't!  Some make fun of it, 
 some overpraise, and nearly all insist that I had a deep theory to
 expound, when I only wrote it for the pleasure and the money.  I
 wish I'd printed the whole or not at all, for I do hate to be so
 misjudged." 
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