She Is Too Fond Of Books, And

…it Is So Much Better To Work For Others Than For One's Self Alone.

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.

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.

I Like Good Strong Words That Mean Something.

All The Worse For The Undeniable Talent Which Hides The Evil So Subtly And Makes The Danger So Delightful.