I Think She Is Growing Up, And

There Are Many Beths In The World, Shy And Quiet, Sitting In Corners Till Needed, And Living For Others So Cheerfully That No One Sees The Sacrifices Till The Little Cricket On The Hearth Stops Chirping, And The Sweet, Sunshiny Presence Vanishes, Leaving Silence And Shadow Behind.

I Wish I Had No Heart, It Aches So.

Rivalry Adds So Much To The Charms Of One's Conquests.

John Brooke Is Acting Dreadfully, And Meg Likes It!

In The Books I Read The Sinners Are Always More Interesting Than The Saints, And In Real Life Good People Are Dismally Dull. I've No Desire To Be Wicked, But I Do Want To Be Happy. A Short Life And A Gay One For Me And I'm Willing To Pay For My Pleasure If It Is Necessary.