Jo's breath gave out here, and wrapping her head in the paper, she bedewed her little story with a few natural tears, for to be independent and earn the praise of those she loved were the dearest wishes of her heart, and this seemed to be the first step toward that happy end.

I went [to war] because I couldn't help it. I didn't want the glory or the pay; I wanted the right thing done.

Now I'm beginning to live a little and feel less like a sick oyster at low tide.

I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.

Well, if I can't be happy, I can be useful, perhaps.

My book came out; and people began to think that topsy-turvy Louisa would amount to something after all.

Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth's sake, and so earn some right to rejoice when the victory is won.