I think you will prosper, for the sincere wish to be good is half the battle.

Now I must go back to Beth.

Keep up your heart, little daughter, and we will soon have you home again." That evening while Meg was writing to her father to report the traveler's safe arrival, Jo slipped upstairs into Beth's room, and finding her mother in her usual place, stood a minute twisting her fingers in her hair, with a worried gesture and an undecided look.
"What is it, deary ?" asked Mrs.March, holding out her hand, with a face which invited confidence.
"I want to tell you something, Mother." "About Meg ?" "How quickly you guessed! Yes, it's about her, and though it's a little thing, it fidgets me." "Beth is asleep.

Speak low, and tell me all about it.

That Moffat hasn't been here, I hope ?" asked Mrs.March rather sharply.
"No.