My Father Taught In The Wise Way

Mrs. Jo Did Not Mean The Measles, But That More Serious Malady Called Love, Which Is Apt To Ravage Communities, Spring And Autumn, When Winter Gayety And Summer Idleness Produce Whole Bouquets Of Engagements, And Set Young People To Pairing Off Like The Birds.

Be Worthy Love, And Love Will Come.

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

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

Now And Then, In This Workaday World, Things Do Happen In The Delightful Storybook Fashion, And What A Comfort That Is.