How Jo laughed , with tears in her eyes , as she declared she might as well be a peacock and done with it , and how the ` Spread Eagle ' might be said to flap his wings triumphantly over the House of March , as the paper passed from hand to hand . `` Tell us about it . '' `` When did it come ? '' `` How much did you get for it ? '' `` What will Father say ? '' `` Wo n't Laurie laugh ? '' cried the family , all in one breath as they clustered about Jo , for these foolish , affectionate people made a jubilee of every little household joy . `` Stop jabbering , girls , and I 'll tell you everything , '' said Jo , wondering if Miss Burney felt any grander over her Evelina than she did over her ` Rival Painters ' . Having told how she disposed of her tales , Jo added , `` And when I went to get my answer , the man said he liked them both , but did n't pay beginners , only let them print in his paper , and noticed the stories . It was good practice , he said , and when the beginners improved , anyone would pay . So I let him have the two stories , and today this was sent to me , and Laurie caught me with it and insisted on seeing it , so I let him . And he said it was good , and I shall write more , and he 's going to get the next paid for , and I am so happy , for in time I may be able to support myself and help the girls . '' Jo 's breath gave out here , and wrapping her head in the paper , she bedewed her little story with a few natural tears , for to be independent and earn the praise of those she loved were the dearest wishes of her heart , and this seemed to be the first step toward that happy end . CHAPTER FIFTEEN A TELEGRAM `` November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year , '' said Margaret , standing at the window one dull afternoon , looking out at the frostbitten garden . `` That 's the reason I was born in it , '' observed Jo pensively , quite unconscious of the blot on her nose . `` If something very pleasant should happen now , we should think it a delightful month , '' said Beth , who took a hopeful view of everything , even November . `` I dare say , but nothing pleasant ever does happen in this family , '' said Meg , who was out of sorts . `` We go grubbing along day after day , without a bit of change , and very little fun . We might as well be in a treadmill . '' `` My patience , how blue we are ! ''
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