The Young People Were Playing That Still

To Be Strong, And Beautiful, And Go Round Making Music All The Time. Yes, She Could Do That, And With A Very Earnest Prayer Polly Asked For The Strength Of An Upright Soul, The Beauty Of A Tender Heart, The Power To Make Her Life A Sweet And Stirring Song, Helpful While It Lasted, Remembered When It Died.

The Rooms Were Very Still While The Pages Were Softly Turned And The Winter Sunshine Crept In To Touch The Bright Heads And Serious Faces With A Christmas Greeting.

A Kiss For A Blow Is Always Best, Though It's Not Very Easy To Give It Sometimes.

The Moment Aunt March Took Her Nap, Or Was Busy With Company, Jo Hurried To This Quiet Place, And Curling Herself Up In The Easy Chair, Devoured Poetry, Romance, History, Travels, And Pictures Like A Regular Bookworm.

To Marry Without Love Betrays As Surely As To Love Without Marriage.