Jo Had Learned That Hearts, Like Flowers,

A Holiday Isn't A Holiday, Without Plenty Of Freedom And Fun.

I've Neither Beauty, Money, Nor Rank, Yet Every Foolish Boy Mistakes My Frank Interest For Something Warmer, And Makes Me Miserable. It Is My Misfortune. Think Of Me What You Will, But Beware Of Me In Time, For Against My Will I May Do You Harm.

Every House Needs A Grandmother In It.

Well, I Am Happy, And I Won't Fret, But It Does Seem As If The More One Gets The More One Wants.

People Want To Be Amused, Not Preached At, You Know. Morals Don't Sell Nowadays.