“It’s my dreadful temper! I try to cure it; I think I have, and then it breaks out worse than ever. Oh, Mother, what shall I do? what shall I do?” cried poor Jo, in despair.
“Watch and pray dear; never get tired of trying; and never think it is impossible to conquer your fault,” said Marmee. “Don’t cry so bitterly, but remember this day, and with resolve, with all your soul, that you will never know another like it. Jo, dear, we all have our temptations, some far greater than yours, and if often takes us all our lives to conquer them.”