"I shall say quite decidedly: Thank you, Mr. Brooke, you are very kind, but I am too young to enter into any engagement at present, so please say no more but let us be friends as we were."

"I only want to know if you care for me a little, Meg. I love you so much, dear."

"Bless my Boots! There's mischief going on, and I insist upon knowing what it is!"

"Tell me, do you mean to marry this poor nobody? If you do, not one penny of my money ever goes to you."

"I shall marry whom I please, Aunt March. I'm not afraid of being poor. John is good and wise...and I'm proud to think he cares for me."

"Highty Tighty! Is that the way you take my advice, missie? You'll be sorry for it when you've tried love in a cottage and found it a failure."

"Mother, father, oh, somebody quick! John Brooke is acting dreadfully and Meg likes it!"

"I always said this was a match made in heaven."

"Dearly Beloved...We are gathered here in the sight of God to join this man and this woman in the holy bonds of matrimony..."

"And so we bid good-bye to our Meg, her face full of joy and tender pride as she leans on her husband's arm, her hands full of flowers and her soul shining through with its bloom of love."

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