…having learned that people cannot be moulded like clay… - Louisa May Alcott

…for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.

"I'm here, hold on to me, Jo, dear!" - Laurie

Better be happy old maids than unhappy wives, or unmaidenly girls, running about to find husbands. ~ Mr.s March