A child her wayward pencil drew On margins of her book; Garlands of flower, dancing elves, Bud, butterfly, and brook, Lessons undone, and plum forgot, Seeking with hand and heart The teacher whom she learned to love Before she knew t'was Art.
Louisa May AlcottSo she doesn't call desertion, poverty, and hard work troubles? She's a brave little girl, and I shall be proud to know her.
Louisa May Alcott