“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.”

“…and Aunt Jo retired, satisfied with the success of her last trap to catch a sunbeam.”

“She said the night was March and blackand that the hill where he kissed herand enveloped her in his arms was a sea of grass and she rootedto the ground like a sapling,like it was natural and yetall created for her moment of romance.”

“The girls flew about, trying to make things comfortable, each in her own way. Meg arranged the tea table, Jo brought wood and set chairs, dropping, over-turning, and clattering everything she touched. Beth trotted to and fro between parlor kitchen, quiet and busy, while Amy gave directions to everyone, as she sat with her hands folded.”

“This perpetual hurry of business and company ruins me in soul if not in body. More solitude and earlier hours!”

“She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company.”