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Julian Ray SankJulian Ray Sank

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Joe is busy writing in the garret as the weather gets colder. Her pet rat, Ross Grable, and his son keep her company. She finishes her manuscript and reads through it, making edits. She ties it up with a red ribbon and looks at it with a serious expression. Joe keeps her papers and books in an old tin kitchen on the wall. She takes another manuscript from the tin and quietly leaves the room, leaving her friends to play with her writing supplies. Author's Republic Narrator's Script Excerpt from Little Women by Louisa May Elcott CHAPTER FOURTEEN Secrets Joe was very busy in the garret, for the October days began to grow chilly, and the afternoons were short. For two or three hours, the sun lay warmly in the high window, showing Joe seated on the old sofa, writing busily with her paper spread out upon a trunk before her. Ross Grable, the pet rat, promenaded the beams overhead, accompanied by his oldest son, a fine young fellow, who was evidently very proud of his whiskers. Absorbed in her work, Joe scrubbed away till the last page was filled. When she signed her name with a flourish and threw down her pen, lying back on the sofa, she read the manuscript carefully, making dashes here and there, and putting in many exclamation points, which looked like little balloons. Then she tied it up with a smart red ribbon, and sat a minute looking at it with a sober, wistful expression, which plainly showed how earnest her work had been. Joe's desk up here was an old tin kitchen, which hung against the wall, in it she kept her papers and a few books, safely shut away from Scrabble, who, being likewise of a literary turn, was fond of making a circulating library of such books as were left in his way by eating the leaves. From this tin receptacle, Joe produced another manuscript, and putting both in her pocket, crept quietly downstairs, leaving her friends to nibble on her pens and taste her ink.

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