Poor Dull Concord. Nothing Colorful Has Come

Poor Dull Concord. Nothing Colorful Has Come Through Here Since The Redcoats.

Love Jo All Your Days, If You Choose, But Don't Let It Spoil You, For It's Wicked To Throw Away So Many Good Gifts Because You Can't Have The One You Want.

When I Had Youth I Had No Money; Now I Have The Money I Have No Time; And When I Get The Time, If I Ever Do, I Shall Have No Health To Enjoy Life. I Suppose It's The Discipline I Need; But It's Rather Hard To Love The Things I Do, And See Them Go By Because Duty Chains Me To My Galley. If I Ever Come Into Port With All Sails Set, That Will Be My Reward Perhaps.

The Patience And The Humility Of The Face She Loved So Well Was A Better Lesson To Jo Than The Wisest Lecture, The Sharpest Reproof.

The Rooms Were Very Still While The Pages Were Softly Turned And The Winter Sunshine Crept In To Touch The Bright Heads And Serious Faces With A Christmas Greeting.