I beg your pardon for being so rude, but sometimes you forget to put down the curtain at the window where the flowers are.

And when the lamps are lighted, it's like looking at a picture to see the fire, and you all around the table with your mother.

Her face is right opposite, and it looks so sweet behind the flowers, I can't help watching it.

I haven't got any mother, you know." And Laurie poked the fire to hide a little twitching of the lips that he could not control.
The solitary, hungry look in his eyes went straight to Jo's warm heart.
She had been so simply taught that there was no nonsense in her head, and at fifteen she was as innocent and frank as any child.

Laurie was sick and lonely, and feeling how rich she was in home and happiness, she gladly tried to share it with him.