Happy Is The Son Whose Faith In

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.

Nothing Provokes Speculation More Than The Sight Of A Woman Enjoying Herself." -

Watch And Pray, Dear, Never Get Tired Of Trying, And Never Think It Is Impossible To Conquer Your Fault.

The Young People Were Playing That Still More Absorbing Game In Which Hearts Are Always Trumps.

We'll All Grow Up Someday, Meg, We Might As Well Know What We Want. ~amy March~