I Could Have Been A Great Many

Good Books, Like Good Friends, Are Few And Chosen; The More Select, The More Enjoyable.

Every Few Weeks She Would Shut Herself Up In Her Room, Put On Her Scribbling Suit, And Fall Into A Vortex, As She Expressed It, Writing Away At Her Novel With All Her Heart And Soul, For Till That Was Finished She Could Find No Peace.

Such Hours Are Beautiful To Live, But Very Hard To Describe.

November Is The Most Disagreeable Month In The Whole Year.

Love Jo All Your Days, If You Choose, But Don't Let It Spoil You, For It's Wicked To Throw Away So Many Good Gifts Because You Can't Have The One You Want.