"Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him.

"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.

I want to do something splendid…
Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead…
I think I shall write books.

She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain

Take some books and read; that’s an immense help; and books are always good company if you have the right sort.