Another name is engraved upon my heart as indelibly as the blue anchor on my arm.

"Hope" is my motto, and "No surrender", yours; see who will hold out longest.' 'You silly boys think we must pair off as we did when children; but we shall do nothing of the kind.

How well Parnassus looks from here!' said Nan, abruptly changing the conversation again.
'It is a fine house; but I love old Plum best.

Wouldn't Aunt March stare if she could see the changes here ?' answered Tom, as they both paused at the great gate to look at the pleasant landscape before them.
A sudden whoop startled them, as a long boy with a wild yellow head came leaping over a hedge like a kangaroo, followed by a slender girl, who stuck in the hawthorn, and sat there laughing like a witch.

A pretty little lass she was, with curly dark hair, bright eyes, and a very expressive face.