My Father Taught In The Wise Way

Go On With Your Work As Usual, For Work Is A Blessed Solace.

Jo's Breath Gave Out Here, And Wrapping Her Head In The Paper, She Bedewed Her Little Story With A Few Natural Tears, For To Be Independent And Earn The Praise Of Those She Loved Were The Dearest Wishes Of Her Heart, And This Seemed To Be The First Step Toward That Happy End.

All The Worse For The Undeniable Talent Which Hides The Evil So Subtly And Makes The Danger So Delightful.

Far Away There In The Sunshine Are My Highest Aspirations.

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