I don't care what becomes of anybody but you, Beth.

You must get well." "I want to, oh, so much! I try, but every day I lose a little, and feel more sure that I shall never gain it back.

It's like the tide, Jo, when it turns, it goes slowly, but it can't be stopped." "It shall be stopped, your tide must not turn so soon, nineteen is too young, Beth.

I can't let you go.

I'll work and pray and fight against it.