It's a great comfort to have an artistic sister." "Isn't that an original idea ?" cried Miss Lamb, who found Jo great fun.
"That's nothing compared to some of her brilliant performances.

There's nothing the child can't do.

Why, she wanted a pair of blue boots for Sallie's party, so she just painted her soiled white ones the loveliest shade of sky blue you ever saw, and they looked exactly like satin," added Jo, with an air of pride in her sister's accomplishments that exasperated Amy till she felt that it would be a relief to throw her cardcase at her.
"We read a story of yours the other day, and enjoyed it very much," observed the elder Miss Lamb, wishing to compliment the literary lady, who did not look the character just then, it must be confessed.
Any mention of her 'works' always had a bad effect upon Jo, who either grew rigid and looked offended, or changed the subject with a brusque remark, as now.

"Sorry you could find nothing better to read.

I write that rubbish because it sells, and ordinary people like it.