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`I'll be a double-distilled saint.' `I can't bear saints; just be a simple, honest, respectable boy, and we'll never desert you. I don't know what I should do if you acted like Mr. King's son; he had plenty of money, but didn't know how to spend it, and got tipsy, and gambled, and ran away, and forged his father's name, I believe, and was altogether horrid.' `You think I'm likely to do the same? Much obliged.' `No, I don't - oh, dear, no! - but I hear people talking about money being such a temptation, and I sometimes wish you were poor; I shouldn't worry then.' `Do you worry about me, Jo?' `A little, when you look moody or discontented, as you sometimes do; for you've got such a strong will, if you once get started wrong, I'm afraid it would be hard to stop you.' Laurie walked in silence for a few minutes, and Jo watched him, wishing she had held her tongue, for his eyes looked angry though his lips still smiled as if at her warnings. `Are you going to deliver lectures all the way home?' he asked presently. `Of course not; why?' `Because, if you are, I'll take a bus; if you are not, I'd like to walk with you, and tell you something very interesting.' `I won't preach any more, and I'd like to hear the news immensely.' `Very well, then; come on. It's a secret, and if I tell you, you must tell me yours.' `I haven't got any,' began Jo, but stopped suddenly, remembering that she had. `You know you have you can't hide anything; so up and 'fess, or I won't tell,' cried Laurie. `Is your secret a nice one?' `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 newspaper man, and he's to give his answer next week,' whispered Jo, in her confidant's ear. |
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