Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. "It's so dreadful to be poor!" sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress. "I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all," added little Amy, with an injured sniff. "We've got Father and Mother, and each other," said Beth contentedly from her corner.
Louisa May AlcottBeth could not reason upon or explain the faith that gave her courage and patience to give up life, and cheerfully wait for death. Like a confiding child, she asked no questions, but left everything to God and nature, Father and Mother of us all, feeling sure that they, and they only, could teach and strengthen heart and spirit for this life and the life to come.
Louisa May AlcottThe young people were playing that still more absorbing game in which hearts are always trumps.
Louisa May Alcott...and best of all, the wilderness of books, in which she could wander, where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her.
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