I think this power of living in our children is one of the sweetest things in the world.
Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow.
But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats - more's the pity.
...a capital patient, as she never died and never got well.
I did fail, say what you will, for Jo wouldn't love me.
Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when winter gayety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of engagements, and set young people to pairing off like the birds.