You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.
Girls could do most things as well as boys, and some things better.
Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.
I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.
Where the heart is the mind works best.
You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it. Love will make you show your heart some day, and then the rough burr will fall off.