Right Jo better be happy old maids than unhappy wives or unmaidenly girls running about to find husbands.
November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year.
I'd rather see you poor men's wives, if you were happy, beloved, contented, than queen's on thrones, without self-respect and peace.
I love my liberty too well to be in a hurry to give it up for any mortal man.
Is it not meningitis?
…tomorrow was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years went by, how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to have accomplished. Almost twenty-five and nothing to show for it.