Sympathy Is A Sweet Thing.

…what Splendid Dreams Young People Build Upon A Word, And How Bitter Is The Pain When The Bright Bubbles Burst.

I'd Rather Take Coffee Than Compliments Just Now.

My Only Answer Is, If My Grave Stood Open On One Side And You Upon The Other I'd Go Into My Grave Before I Would Take One Step To Meet You.

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.

Don't Cry So Bitterly, But Remember This Day, And Resolve With All Your Soul That You Will Never Know Another Like It.