I Am Lonely, Sometimes, But I Dare

Let Us Be Elegant Or Die! --amy

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.

And When They Went Away, Leaving Comfort Behind, I Think There Were Not In All The City Four Merrier People Than The Hungry Little Girls Who Gave Away Their Breakfasts And Contented Themselves With Bread And Milk On Christmas Morning.

When We Make Little Sacrifices We Like To Have Them Appreciated, At Least.

Mothers Can Forgive Anything!