When Emerson's library was burning at Concord, I went to him as he stood with the firelight on his strong, sweet face, and endeavored to express my sympathy for the loss of his most valued possessions, but he answered cheerily, 'Never mind, Louisa, see what a beautiful blaze they make! We will enjoy that now.' The lesson was one never forgotten and in the varied lessons that have come to me I have learned to look for something beautiful and bright.

…books are always good company if you have the right sort. Let me pick out some for you.' And Mrs. Jo made a bee-line to the well-laden shelves, which were the joy of her heart and the comfort of her life.

Liberty must not be abused.

Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

...and best of all, the wilderness of books, in which she could wander, where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her.

So she enjoyed herself heartily, and found, what isn't always the case, that her granted wish was all she had hoped.