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Marmee: Oh, Jo. Jo, You Have So Many Extraordinary Gifts; How Can You Expect To Lead An Ordinary Life? You’re Ready To Go Out And – And Find A Good Use For Your Talent. Tho’ I Don’t Know What I Shall Do Without My Jo. Go, And Embrace Your Liberty. And See What Wonderful Things Come Of It.

You Are Like A Chestnut Burr, Prickly Outside, But Silky-soft Within, And A Sweet Kernel, If One Can Only Get At It. Love Will Make You Show Your Heart Some Day, And Then The Rough Burr Will Fall Off.

Now And Then Genius Carries All Before It, But Not Often. We Have To Climb Slowly, With Many Slips And Falls.

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 Think This Power Of Living In Our Children Is One Of The Sweetest Things In The World.