It's A Great Comfort To

When Jo's Conservative Sister Meg Says She Must Turn Up Her Hair Now That She Is A "young Lady," Jo Shouts, "i'm Not! And If Turning Up My Hair Makes Me One, I'll Wear It In Two Tails Till I'm Twenty.... I Hate To Think I've Got To Grow Up, And Be Miss March, And Wear Long Gowns, And Look As Prim As A China Aster! It's Bad Enough To Be A Girl Anyway, When I Like Boys' Games And Work And Manners! I Can't Get Over My Disappointment In Not Being A Boy; And It's Worse Than Ever Now, For I'm Dying To Go And Fight With Papa, And I Can Only Stay At Home And Knit, Like A Poky Old Woman.

Go Out More, Keep Cheerful As Well As Busy, For You Are The Sunshine-maker Of The Family, And If You Get Dismal There Is No Fair Weather.

I Think We Are All Hopelessly Flawed.

...freedom Being The Sauce Best Beloved By The Boyish Soul.

The Young People Were Playing That Still More Absorbing Game In Which Hearts Are Always Trumps.