You wrote with no thoughts of fame and money , and put your heart into it , my daughter . You have had the bitter , now comes the sweet . Do your best , and grow as happy as we are in your success . '' `` If there is anything good or true in what I write , it is n't mine . I owe it all to you and Mother and Beth , '' said Jo , more touched by her father 's words than by any amount of praise from the world . So taught by love and sorrow , Jo wrote her little stories , and sent them away to make friends for themselves and her , finding it a very charitable world to such humble wanderers , for they were kindly welcomed , and sent home comfortable tokens to their mother , like dutiful children whom good fortune overtakes . When Amy and Laurie wrote of their engagement , Mrs. March feared that Jo would find it difficult to rejoice over it , but her fears were soon set at rest , for though Jo looked grave at first , she took it very quietly , and was full of hopes and plans for ` the children ' before she read the letter twice . It was a sort of written duet , wherein each glorified the other in loverlike fashion , very pleasant to read and satisfactory to think of , for no one had any objection to make . `` You like it , Mother ? '' said Jo , as they laid down the closely written sheets and looked at one another . `` Yes , I hoped it would be so , ever since Amy wrote that she had refused Fred . I felt sure then that something better than what you call the ` mercenary spirit ' had come over her , and a hint here and there in her letters made me suspect that love and Laurie would win the day . '' `` How sharp you are , Marmee , and how silent ! You never said a word to me . '' `` Mothers have need of sharp eyes and discreet tongues when they have girls to manage . I was half afraid to put the idea into your head , lest you should write and congratulate them before the thing was settled . '' `` I 'm not the scatterbrain I was . You may trust me . I 'm sober and sensible enough for anyone 's confidante now . '' `` So you are , my dear , and I should have made you mine , only I fancied it might pain you to learn that your Teddy loved someone else . ''
`` Now , Mother , did you really think I could be so silly and selfish , after I 'd refused his XXXXX , when it was freshest , if not best ? ''
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