But buds will be roses, and kittens cats, more's the pity!" "What's that about flatirons and cats ?" asked Meg, as she crept into the room with the finished letter in her hand.
"Only one of my stupid speeches.

I'm going to bed.

Come, Peggy," said Jo, unfolding herself like an animated puzzle.
"Quite right, and beautifully written.

Please add that I send my love to John," said Mrs.March, as she glanced over the letter and gave it back.
"Do you call him 'John' ?" asked Meg, smiling, with her innocent eyes looking down into her mother's.
"Yes, he has been like a son to us, and we are very fond of him," replied Mrs.March, returning the look with a keen one.
"I'm glad of that, he is so lonely.

Good night, Mother, dear.