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

John Brooke is acting dreadfully, and Meg likes it!

You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.

O vanity, mislead no more!

You have grown abominably lazy, and you like gossip, and waste time on frivolous things, you are contented to be petted and admired by silly people, instead of being loved and respected by wise ones.

Love is a beautifier.

All is fish that comes to the literary net. Goethe puts his joys and sorrows into poems, I turn my adventures into bread and butter.