`` 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 authoress ? '' Jo 's eyes sparkled , for it is always pleasant to be believed in , and a friend 's praise is always sweeter than a dozen newspaper puffs . `` Where 's your secret ? Play fair , Teddy , or I 'll never believe you again , '' she said , trying to extinguish the brilliant hopes that blazed up at a word of encouragement . `` I may get into a scrape for telling , but I did n't promise not to , so I will , for I never feel easy in my mind till I 've told you any plummy bit of news I get .
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