The Patience And The Humility Of The

The Patience And The Humility Of The Face She Loved So Well Was A Better Lesson To Jo Than The Wisest Lecture, The Sharpest Reproof.

The Clocks Were Striking Midnight And The Rooms Were Very Still As A Figure Glided Quietly From Bed To Bed, Smoothing A Coverlid Here, Settling A Pillow There, And Pausing To Look Long And Tenderly At Each Unconscious Face, To Kiss Each With Lips That Mutely Blessed, And To Pray The Fervent Prayers Which Only Mothers Utter.

I Have Nothing To Give But My Heart So Full And These Empty Hands." "they're Not Empty Now.

Have Your Fun, My Dear; But If You Must Earn Your Bread, Try To Make It Sweet With Cheerfulness, Not Bitter With The Daily Regret That It Isn't Cake.

Christmas Won't Be Christmas Without Any Presents.