You ca n't stay here , so what 's the use of being melodramatic ? '' `` I do n't intend to stay here long , anyway . I 'll slip off and take a journey somewhere , and when Grandpa misses me he 'll come round fast enough . '' `` I dare say , but you ought not to go and worry him . '' `` Do n't preach . I 'll go to Washington and see Brooke . It 's gay there , and I 'll enjoy myself after the troubles . '' `` What fun you 'd have ! I wish I could run off too , '' said Jo , forgetting her part of mentor in lively visions of martial life at the capital . `` Come on , then ! Why not ? You go and surprise your father , and I 'll stir up old Brooke . It would be a glorious joke . Let 's do it , Jo . We 'll leave a letter saying we are all right , and trot off at once . I 've got money enough . It will do you good , and no harm , as you go to your father . '' For a moment Jo looked as if she would agree , for wild as the plan was , it just suited her . She was tired of care and confinement , longed for change , and thoughts of her father blended temptingly with the novel charms of camps and hospitals , liberty and fun . Her eyes kindled as they turned wistfully toward the window , but they fell on the old house opposite , and she shook her head with sorrowful decision .
`` If I was a boy , we 'd XXXXX away together , and have a capital time , but as I 'm a miserable girl , I must be proper and stop at home .
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