A Burnt Offering Has Been Made to Vanity

Mister march looked with fatherly satisfaction at the four young faces gathered round him. I'm glad it's over, because we've got you back, whispered beth who sat on her father's knee. For in the seeming blemishes, i read a little history. A burnt offering has been made to vanity. This hardened palm has earned something better than blisters. And i am sure the sewing done by these pricked fingers will last a long time. So much good will wen into the stitches. Meg, my dear, i value the womanly skill which keeps home happy more than white hands or fashionable accomplishments. If i get a strong, helpful, tender hearted woman