November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year," said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden. "That's the reason I was born in it," observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose.

So she doesn't call desertion, poverty, and hard work troubles? She's a brave little girl, and I shall be proud to know her.

Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!

The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.

Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.

Honesty is the best policy, in love as in law.

Poor dull Concord. Nothing colorful has come through here since the Redcoats.