Adapted from Chapter 27 of Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Fortune suddenly smiled upon Jo, and dropped a good luck penny in her path.
Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room and put on her scribbling suit. She would begin writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace. Her family during these periods kept their distance. They would merely pop in their heads semi-occasionally. They would ask, with interest, "Does genius burn, Jo?" They did not always venture even to ask this question, but took an observation of the cap, and judged accordingly.
She did not think herself a genius by any means, but when the writing fit came on, she gave herself up to it with entire abandon. She led a blissful life, unconscious of want, care, or bad weather while she sat safe and happy in an imaginary world. This world was full of friends almost as real and dear to her as any in the flesh.
She was just recovering from one of these fits when she was prevailed upon to escort Miss Crocker to a lecture, and in return for her virtue was rewarded with a new idea. They were early, and while Miss Crocker set the heel of her stocking, Jo amused herself by examining the faces of the people who occupied the seat with them. On her left were two matrons, with massive foreheads and bonnets to match, discussing Women's Rights and making tatting. On her right, her only neighbor was a studious looking lad absorbed in a newspaper.
It was a pictorial sheet, and Jo examined the work of art nearest her, idly wondering what fortuitous mix of circumstances needed the melodramatic illustration of an Indian in full war costume, tumbling over a precipice with a wolf at his throat, while two infuriated young gentlemen were stabbing each other close by, and a disheveled female was flying away in the background with her mouth wide open. Pausing to turn a page, the lad saw her looking and, with boyish good nature offered half his paper, saying bluntly, "Want to read it? That's a first-rate story."
Jo accepted it with a smile, for she had never outgrown her liking for lads. She soon found herself involved in the usual labyrinth of love, mystery, and murder, for the story belonged to that class of light literature in which the passions have a holiday.
"Prime, isn't it?" asked the boy, as her eye went down the last paragraph of her portion.
"I think you and I could do as well as that if we tried," returned Jo, amused at his admiration of the trash.
"I should think I was a pretty lucky chap if I could. She makes a good living out of such stories, they say." And he pointed to the name of Mrs. S. L.A. N.G. Northbury, under the title of the tale.
"Do you know her?" asked Jo, with sudden interest.
"No, but I read all her pieces, and I know a fellow who works in the office where this paper is printed."
"Do you say she makes a good living out of stories like this?" And Jo looked more respectfully at the agitated group and thickly sprinkled exclamation points that adorned the page.
"Guess she does! She knows just what folks like, and gets paid well for writing it."
Here the lecture began, but Jo heard very little of it. She was covertly taking down the address of the paper and boldly resolving to try for the hundred-dollar prize offered in its columns for a sensational story. By the time the lecture ended and the audience awoke, she had built up a splendid fortune for herself and was already deep in the concoction of her story.

Select all the correct answers.

Which two statements show how the narrative point of view develops the passage?
A. It shows how Jo decided to change her taste in literature.
B. It reveals Jo's passion and others' view of her.
C. It reveals the conflict between Jo and others over her writing.
D. It shows how Jo came to pursue her hobby more seriously.
E. It reveals the difference in opinion between Jo and the educated class.