Louisa May Alcott

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,”

mag­na­nim­ity

pre­cip­i­tately

ef­fer­ves­cence

“It was an abom­inable thing, and she don’t de­serve to be for­given.”

“My dear, don’t let the sun go down upon your anger; for­give each other, help each other, and be­gin again to­mor­row.”

Mother, if she should die, it would be my fault

Watch and pray, dear; never get tired of try­ing; and never think it is im­pos­si­ble to con­quer your fault,

we all have our temp­ta­tions, some far greater than yours, and it of­ten takes us all our lives to con­quer them