Little Women

"I'll let my castle go, and stay with the dear old gentleman while he needs me, for I am all he has.

“There, I’ve done my best! If this won’t suit I shall have to wait till I can do bet­ter.”

I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all

Money is a need­ful and pre­cious thing—and, when well used, a no­ble thing—but I never want you to think it is the first or only prize to strive for. I’d rather see you poor men’s wives, if you were happy, beloved, con­tented, than queens on thrones, with­out self-re­spect and peace.”

“It is only an­other name for try­ing to be good, and the story may help us; for though we do want to be good, it’s hard work, and we for­get, and don’t do our best.”

hate to think I've got to grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as a China Aster! It's bad enough to be a girl, anyway, when I like boy's games and work and manners! I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy. And it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with Papa. And I can only stay home and knit, like a poky old woman

how rich she had been in things more precious than any luxuries money could buy—in love, protection, peace, and health, the real blessings of life.

Hither, hither, from thy home,
Airy sprite, I bid thee come!
Born of roses, fed on dew,
Charms and potions canst thou brew?
Bring me here, with elfin speed,
The fragrant philter which I need.
Make it sweet and swift and strong,
Spirit, answer now my song!
A soft strain of music sounded, and then at the back of the cave appeared a little figure

with a shy man­ner, a timid voice, and a peace­ful ex­pres­sion, which was sel­dom dis­turbed.

“I don’t think it’s fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls noth­ing at all,”