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." "It won't fail.

Why, Jo, your stories are works of Shakespeare compared to half the rubbish that is published every day.