Meg: Why did you break up with your father?
Meg: Yeah, it is said that he caught a bad cough.
The older daughter Meg, beautiful, like doing housework, yearning to have your own beautiful house and family life.
"It's the best we've had yet," said Meg, as the dead villain sat up and rubbed his elbows.
Meg is the turtledove, and Amy is like the lark she writes about, trying to get up among the clouds, But always dropping down into its nest again.
Meg, who went shopping in the afternoon, and got a 'sweet blue muslin', had discovered, after she had cut the breadths off, that it wouldn't wash, which mishap made her slightly cross.
Where have you been, and what are you hiding behind you? asked Meg, surprised to see, by her hood and cloak, that lazy Amy had been out so early.
'I liked the place where the bundles fell off and tumbled downstairs, ' said Meg.
Meg was sixteen years old and was very pretty, with large eyes and soft brown hair and white hands.
Meg wanted a few curls about her face, and Jo undertook to pinch the papered locks with a pair of hot tongs.
Sandra Bullock, the cutest woman to hit Hollywood since Meg Ryan, has all the necessary elements needed to have a career filled with success and abundance.
Auntie Meg has been very brave.
Let's send him about his business, and not tell Meg a word of it.
Editor's note: Meg Urry is the Israel Munson professor of physics and astronomy and chair of the Department of physics at Yale University.
"I think it was so splendid in Father to go as chaplain when he was too old to be drafted, and not strong enough for a soldier," said Meg warmly.
Jo slipped out of the room to give Meg a chance to make her speech and air her dignity.
So Meg reclined, with rubbers well hidden, and Jo went blundering away to the dining room, which she found after going into a china closet, and opening the door of a room where old Mr.
"I never had such a fine bouquet before! How pretty it is!" And Meg examined her flowers with great interest.
Meg thought that God had hardly noticed that the train had stopped.
Jo gave a despairing groan, and Meg laughed outright, while Beth let her bread burn as she watched the fun with interest.
People trust Meg Whitman; hers is a name you know.
