Dear,
You may refer to me as your humble, servant, Beth. I am 14, and am always looking for a way in
which to serve. I am such a bumbling fool at times, but I do desperately try to be good. At times my sisters—particularly certain
ones—try my patience. Jo says I have a heaping spoonful of it, but sometimes I
feel as if that spoonful is dumped at the most inopportune times. But alas, I do try to keep a joyful attitude and
please my family—After all Marmee (that’s my mother) and everyone has done for
us. And that charming old gentleman—I don’t believe I’ll ever be capable of
repaying such a generous gift as my very
own piano. Ah, when I dwell on my blessings, life really doesn’t seem so
hard after all.
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