The clocks were striking midnight and the rooms were very still as a figure glided quietly from bed to bed, smoothing a coverlid here, settling a pillow there, and pausing to look long and tenderly at each unconscious face, to kiss each with lips that mutely blessed, and to pray the fervent prayers which only mothers utter.
Louisa May AlcottMarmee: Oh, Jo. Jo, you have so many extraordinary gifts; how can you expect to lead an ordinary life? Youโre ready to go out and โ and find a good use for your talent. Thoโ I donโt know what I shall do without my Jo. Go, and embrace your liberty. And see what wonderful things come of it.
Louisa May Alcott