Wild Roses Are Fairest, And

Your Father, Jo. He Never Loses Patience, Never Doubts Or Complains, But Always Hopes, And Works And Waits So Cheerfully That One Is Ashamed To Do Otherwise Before Him.

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.

My Book Came Out; And People Began To Think That Topsy-turvy Louisa Would Amount To Something After All.

Many Wise And True Sermons Are Preached Us Everyday By Unconscious Ministers In Street, School, Office, Or Home; Even A Fair Table May Become A Pulpit, If It Can Offer The Good And Helpful Words Which Are Never Out Of Season.

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.