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Jo was alone in the twilight, lying on the old sofa, looking
at the fire, and thinking. It was her favorite way of spending the hour of
dusk; no one disturbed her, and she used to lie there on Beth’s little red
pillow, planning stories, dreaming dreams, or thinking tender thoughts of the
sister who never seemed far away. Her face looked tired, grave, and rather sad;
for tomorrow was her birthday, and she was thinking how fast the years went by,
how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to have accomplished. Almost
twenty-five, and nothing to show for it. Jo was mistaken in that; there was a
good deal to show, and by and by she saw, and was grateful for it.
Little Women: ch. XLIII
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Mistaken indeed!
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I agree, mistaken indeed!! Happy B'day! LY
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday! :) Beautiful pictures. I must confess I have never read Little Women. But it looks like from your short passage above, that in time, reflection brought Jo back to the knowledge that her time has not been wasted :)
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