Wouldn't it be nice ?" asked Jo, looking up with a brighter face.
"He is younger than she, you know," began Mrs.March, but Jo broke in...
"Only a little, he's old for his age, and tall, and can be quite grown-up in his manners if he likes.

Then he's rich and generous and good, and loves us all, and I say it's a pity my plan is spoiled." "I'm afraid Laurie is hardly grown-up enough for Meg, and altogether too much of a weathercock just now for anyone to depend on.

Don't make plans, Jo, but let time and their own hearts mate your friends.

We can't meddle safely in such matters, and had better not get 'romantic rubbish' as you call it, into our heads, lest it spoil our friendship." "Well, I won't, but I hate to see things going all crisscross and getting snarled up, when a pull here and a snip there would straighten it out.

I wish wearing flatirons on our heads would keep us from growing up.