Tell her to make it short and spicy, and never mind the moral.

What name would your friend like to put on it ?" in a careless tone.
"None at all, if you please, she doesn't wish her name to appear and has no nom de plume," said Jo, blushing in spite of herself.
"Just as she likes, of course.

The tale will be out next week.

Will you call for the money, or shall I send it ?" asked Mr.Dashwood, who felt a natural desire to know who his new contributor might be.
"I'll call.

Good morning, Sir." As she departed, Mr.Dashwood put up his feet, with the graceful remark, "Poor and proud, as usual, but she'll do." Following Mr.Dashwood's directions, and making Mrs.Northbury her model, Jo rashly took a plunge into the frothy sea of sensational literature, but thanks to the life preserver thrown her by a friend, she came up again not much the worse for her ducking.
Like most young scribblers, she went abroad for her characters and scenery, and banditti, counts, gypsies, nuns, and duchesses appeared upon her stage, and played their parts with as much accuracy and spirit as could be expected.