"We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors," she told him once. "I was paper and she was rock so I lived and she died."

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To be strong, and beautiful, and go round making music all the time. Yes, she could do that, and with a very earnest prayer Polly asked for the strength of an upright soul, the beauty of a tender heart, the power to make her life a sweet and stirring song, helpful while it lasted, remembered when it died.

— Louisa May Alcott