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"
It
won
’
t
fail
.
Why
,
Jo
,
your
stories
are
works
of
Shakespeare
compared
to
half
the
rubbish
that
is
published
every
day
.
Won
’
t
it
be
fun
to
see
them
in
print
,
and
shan
’
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
didn
’
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
know
?
"
"
Saw
it
.
"
"
Where
?
"
