A Child Her Wayward Pencil Drew On

…she Rejoiced As Only Mothers Can In The Good Fortunes Of Their Children.

I Will Make A Battering-ram Of My Head And Make My Way Through This Rough And Tumble World.

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.

…she Was One Of Those Happily Created Beings Who Please Without Effort, Make Friends Everywhere, And Take Life So Gracefully And Easily That Less Fortunate Souls Are Tempted To Believe That Such Are Born Under A Lucky Star.

Oh Dear, Life Is Pretty Tough Sometimes, Isn't It?