Fortune suddenly smiled upon Jo, and dropped a good luck penny in her path. Not a golden penny, exactly, but I doubt if half a million would have given more real happiness then did the little sum that came to her in this wise. Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and `fall into a vortex\', as she expressed it, writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace.