Love Is Apt To Make Lunatics Of

[jo To Her Mother] I Knew There Was Mischief Brewing. I Felt It And Now It's Worse Than I Imagined. I Just Wish I Could Marry Meg Myself, And Keep Her Safe In The Family.

At Twenty-five, Girls Begin To Talk About Being Old Maids, But Secretly Resolve That They Never Will. At Thirty, They Say Nothing About It, But Quietly Accept The Fact.

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

Jo's Breath Gave Out Here, And Wrapping Her Head In The Paper, She Bedewed Her Little Story With A Few Natural Tears, For To Be Independent And Earn The Praise Of Those She Loved Were The Dearest Wishes Of Her Heart, And This Seemed To Be The First Step Toward That Happy End.

Go On With Your Work As Usual, For Work Is A Blessed Solace.