It Takes People A Long

Wild Roses Are Fairest, And Nature A Better Gardener Than Art.

Don't Mind Me. I'm As Happy As A Cricket Here.

November Is The Most Disagreeable Month In The Whole Year," Said Margaret, Standing At The Window One Dull Afternoon, Looking Out At The Frostbitten Garden. "that's The Reason I Was Born In It," Observed Jo Pensively, Quite Unconscious Of The Blot On Her Nose.

To Most The End Comes As Naturally And Simply As Sleep.

Jo's Face Was A Study Next Day, For The Secret Rather Weighed Upon Her, And She Found It Hard Not To Look Mysterious And Important. Meg Observed It, But Did Not Troubled Herself To Make Inquiries, For She Had Learned That The Best Way To Manage Jo Was By The Law Of Contraries, So She Felt Sure Of Being Told Everything If She Did Not Ask.