This chapter is mostly great fun, isn't it? Silly Jo, pretending to be first an iceberg, then a flirt, and finally being herself around a bunch of boys. And her aunts. Though it's sad at the end, knowing she's missing out on the chance to travel to Europe because she's, well, too honest, I guess. Do you think that's Alcott's point in this chapter? That being yourself is all well and good, but that adhering to societal expectations once in a while is beneficial too? That's our Possible Discussion Question for the day, I think.
"Goodness knows I need a little change, for elegance has a bad effect upon my constitution," returned Jo gruffly, being disturbed by her failure to suit (p. 264).
"...it's easier for me to risk my life for a person than to be pleasant to him when I don't feel like it" (p. 266).