Love Is Apt To Make Lunatics Of

Where The Heart Is The Mind Works Best.

Well, I Am Happy, And I Won't Fret, But It Does Seem As If The More One Gets The More One Wants.

Meg's High-heeled Slippers Were Dreadfully Tight, And Hurt Her, Though She Would Not Own It; And Jo's Nineteen Hair-pins All Seemed Stuck Straight Into Her Head, Which Was Not Exactly Comfortable; But, Dear Me, Let Us Be Elegant Or Die.

A Kiss For A Blow Is Always Best, Though It's Not Very Easy To Give It Sometimes.

November Is The Most Disagreeable Month In The Whole Year," Said Margaret, Standing At The Window One Dull Afternoon, Looking Out At The Frostbitten Garden. "that's The Reason I Was Born In It," Observed Jo Pensively, Quite Unconscious Of The Blot On Her Nose.