That's what is driving a girl like Margaret Vance, who has everything that the world can offer her young beauty, on to the work of a Sister of Charity among the poor and the dying." "Yes, yes!" cried Mrs.March.

"How--how did she look there, Basil ?" She had her feminine misgivings; she was not sure but the girl was something of a poseuse, and enjoyed the picturesqueness, as well as the pain; and she wished to be convinced that it was not so.
"Well," she said, when March had told again the little there was to tell, "I suppose it must be a great trial to a woman like Mrs.Horn to have her niece going that way." "The way of Christ ?" asked March, with a smile.
"Oh, Christ came into the world to teach us how to live rightly in it, too.

If we were all to spend our time in hospitals, it would be rather dismal for the homes.

But perhaps you don't think the homes are worth minding ?" she suggested, with a certain note in her voice that he knew.
He got up and kissed her.

"I think the gimcrackeries are." He took the hat he had set down on the parlor table on coming in, and started to put it in the hall, and that made her notice it.
"You've been getting a new hat!" "Yes," he hesitated; "the old one had got--was decidedly shabby." "Well, that's right.