I Believe That It Is As Much

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.

. . . For When Women Are The Advisers, The Lords Of Creation Don't Take The Advice Till They Have Persuaded Themselves That It Is Just What They Intended To Do. Then They Act Upon It, And, If It Succeeds, They Give The Weaker Vessel Half The Credit Of It. If It Fails, They Generously Give Her The Whole.

People Want To Be Amused, Not Preached At, You Know. Morals Don't Sell Nowadays.

Dan Clung To Her In Speechless Gratitude, Feeling The Blessedness Of Mother Love, — That Divine Gift Which Comforts, Purifies, And Strengthens All Who Seek It.

Love Is A Flower That Grows In Any Soil, Works Its Sweet Miracles Undaunted By Autumn Frost Or Winter Snow, Blooming Fair And Fragrant All The Year, And Blessing Those Who Give And Those Who Receive.