`` 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 . I know where Meg 's glove is . '' `` Is that all ? '' said Jo , looking disappointed , as Laurie nodded and twinkled with a face full of mysterious intelligence . `` It 's quite enough for the present , as you 'll agree when I tell you where it is . '' `` Tell , then . '' Laurie bent , and whispered three words in Jo 's ear , which produced a comical change .
She stood and stared at him for a minute , looking both surprised and displeased , then walked on , saying sharply , `` How do you XXXXX ? ''
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