And Maud’s face brightened: for destructiveness is one of the earliest traits of childhood, and ripping was Maud’s delight.
When Mr. March lost his property in trying to help an unfortunate friend, the two oldest girls begged to be allowed to do something toward their own support, at least. Believing that they could not begin too early to cultivate energy, industry, and independence, their parents consented, and both fell to work with the hearty good-will which in spite of all obstacles, is sure to succeed at last.
Lounging and larking doesn’t pay,” observed Jo, shaking her head. “I’m tired of it and mean to go to work at something right off.
You have said that a dozen times within the last three weeks.” “I dare say, short answers save trouble.
Mark my words, Jo, you’ll go next.
I wish we could wash from our hearts and souls The stains of the week away, And let water and air by their magic make Ourselves as pure as they. Then on the earth there would be indeed, A glorious washing day!
No, winking isn’t ladylike.
Each do our part alone in many things, but at home we work together, always.
Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal;.
Here!” answered a husky voice from above, and, running up, Meg found her.
Little things of this sort are especially good work for little people: a kind little thought, an unselfish little act, a cherry little word, are so sweet and comfortable, that no one can fail to feel their beauty and love the giver, no matter how small they are. Mothers do a deal of this sort of thing, unseen, unthanked, but felt and remembered long afterward, and never lost, for this is the simple magic that binds hearts together, and keeps home happy.
I must try to practice all the virtues I would have my little girls possess, for I was their example.
It takes people a long time to learn the difference between talent and genius, especially ambitious young men and women. Amy was learning this distinction through much tribulation, for mistaking enthusiasm for inspiration, she attempted every branch of art with.
I am glad a task to me is given, To labor at day by day, For it brings me health and strength and hope, And I cheerfully learn to say, “Head, you may think, Heart, you may feel, But, Hand, you shall work alway!
The big house did prove a Palace Beautiful, though it took some time for.
I should give Mother a new bonnet first of all, for I heard Miss Kent say no lady would wear such a shabby one. Mrs. Smith said fine bonnets didn’t make real ladies, though.
What a strange yet pleasant day that was. So brilliant and gay without, for all the world.
A heavy weight fell on Jo’s heart as she saw her sister’s face. It was no paler and but littler thinner than in the autumn, yet there was a strange, transparent look about it, as if the mortal was being slowly refined away, and the immortal shining through the frail flesh with an indescribably pathetic beauty.
No, Mother, it is better as it is, and I’m glad Amy has learned to love him. But you are right in one thing. I am lonely, and perhaps if Teddy had tried again, I might have said ‘Yes,’ not because I love him any more, but because I care more to be loved than when he went away.
The great novelist vibrated between two decanters with the regularity of a pendulum.