“…and Aunt Jo retired, satisfied with the success of her last trap to catch a sunbeam.”
“Catch sunbeams in a mirror! A reflection of a sunbeam can melt an iceberg.”
“I knew Jo would remember the evening as a success, though the details that created it would escape her.”
“In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear, Tom was whitewashing with vigor, and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye.”
“The moment Aunt March took her nap, or was busy with company, Jo hurried to this quiet place, and curling herself up in the easy chair, devoured poetry, romance, history, travels, and pictures like a regular bookworm.”
“A trapped soul waits for redemption.It waits. And waits.For her to take her last breath.”