`` Oh , is n't it ! All about people you know , and such fun ! You ought to hear it , and I 've been aching to tell it this long time . Come , you begin . '' `` You 'll not say anything about it at home , will you ? '' `` Not a word . '' `` And you wo n't tease me in private ? '' `` I never tease . '' `` Yes , you do . You get everything you want out of people . I do n't know how you do it , but you are a born wheedler . '' `` Thank you . Fire away . '' `` Well , I 've left two stories with a newspaperman , and he 's to give his answer next week , '' whispered Jo , in her confidant 's ear . `` Hurrah for Miss March , the celebrated American authoress ! '' cried Laurie , throwing up his hat and catching it again , to the great delight of two ducks , four cats , five hens , and half a dozen Irish children , for they were out of the city now . `` Hush ! It wo n't come to anything , I dare say , but I could n't rest till I had tried , and I said nothing about it because I did n't want anyone else to be disappointed . '' `` It wo n't fail . Why , Jo , your stories are works of Shakespeare compared to half the rubbish that is published every day .
Wo n't it be fun to see them in print , and sha n't we feel proud of our XXXXX ? ''
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