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"
Oh
,
isn
’
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
won
’
t
tease
me
in
private
?
"
"
I
never
tease
.
"
"
Yes
,
you
do
.
You
get
everything
you
want
out
of
people
.
I
don
’
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
won
’
t
come
to
anything
,
I
dare
say
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
rest
till
I
had
tried
,
and
I
said
nothing
about
it
because
I
didn
’
t
want
anyone
else
to
be
disappointed
.
"
