My Only Answer Is, If

I Am Lonely, Sometimes, But I Dare Say It's Good For Me.

I'm Tired Of Praise; And Love Is Very Sweet, When It Is Simple And Sincere Like This.

Laurie, You're An Angel! How Shall I Ever Thank You?" "fly At Me Again. I Rather Liked It," Said Laurie, Looking Mischievous, A Thing He Had Not Done For A Fortnight.

Be Comforted, Dear Soul! There Is Always Light Behind The Clouds.

Jo's Eyes Sparkled, For It's Always Pleasant To Be Believed In; And A Friend's Praise Is Always Sweeter Than A Dozen Newspaper Puffs.