I rushed up garret when the letter came, and tried to thank god for being so good to us, but I could only cry, and say, "I'm glad! I'm glad!" Didn't that do as well as a regular prayer?
For I felt a great many in my heart.

We have such funny times, and now I can enjoy them, for everyone is so desperately good, it's like living in a nest of turtledoves.

You'd laugh to see Meg head the table and try to be motherish.

She gets prettier every day, and I'm in love with her sometimes.

The children are regular archangels, and I--well, I'm Jo, and never shall be anything else.