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 ?" "Pocket." "All this time ?" "Yes, isn't that romantic ?" "No, it's horrid." "Don't you like it ?" "Of course I don't.

It's ridiculous, it won't be allowed.

My patience! What would Meg say ?" "You are not to tell anyone.