Jo regarded them as worthy of Bacon, Milton, or Shakespeare, and remodeled her own works with good effect, she thought.
The P.O.was a capital little institution, and flourished wonderfully, for nearly as many queer things passed through it as through the real post office.

Tragedies and cravats, poetry and pickles, garden seeds and long letters, music and gingerbread, rubbers, invitations, scoldings, and puppies.

The old gentleman liked the fun, and amused himself by sending odd bundles, mysterious messages, and funny telegrams, and his gardener, who was smitten with Hannah's charms, actually sent a love letter to Jo's care.

How they laughed when the secret came out, never dreaming how many love letters that little post office would hold in the years to come..