But The Spirit Of Eve

I Don't Think Secrets Agree With Me, I Feel Rumpled Up In Mind Since You Told Me That.

Well, If I Can't Be Happy, I Can Be Useful, Perhaps.

...and Clung More Closely To The Dear Human Love, From Which Our Father Never Means Us To Be Weaned, But Through Which He Draws Us Closer To Himself.

And When They Went Away, Leaving Comfort Behind, I Think There Were Not In All The City Four Merrier People Than The Hungry Little Girls Who Gave Away Their Breakfasts And Contented Themselves With Bread And Milk On Christmas Morning.

Oh, Jo, How Could You? Your One Beauty.