Louisa May Alcott,
Silver Pitchers: and Independence…
“ And the poor thing wrung her hands in dismay."Won't your folks go to look for you?""I haven't any one in the world to care for me. The woman where I board won't trouble herself; or she'll think I've run away, because I owe her money. I might be dead in the river, and no one would mind!" sighed the girl, leaning her head on her hands, while some bright, dishevelled hair fell over her face, as if to hide its youth and innocence from a world that seemed to have no shelter for either."That's hard! But don't you be down-hearted, child. Things often mend when they seem worst. ”
