"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

"Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him.

She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.

I want to do something splendid…
Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead…
I think I shall write books.

She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain

Take some books and read; that’s an immense help; and books are always good company if you have the right sort.