It was easy to promise self-abnegation when self was wrapped up in another, and heart and soul were purified by a sweet example; but when the helpful voice was silent, the daily lesson over, the belov

But someone did come and help her, though Jo did not recognize her good angels at once, because they wore familiar shapes, and used the simple spells best fitted to poor humanity. Often she started up

Then, sitting in Beth's little chair close beside him, Jo told her troubles - the resentful sorrow for her loss, the fruitless efforts that discouraged her, the want of faith that made life look so da