When we make little sacrifices we like to have them appreciated, at least.
Prosperity suits some people, and they blossom best in a glow of sunshine; others need the shade, and are the sweeter for a touch of frost.
Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.
But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats - more's the pity.
Sympathy is a sweet thing.
The violin - that most human of all instruments.