Little Men: Life at Plumfield With Jo’s Boys by Louisa May Alcott

as he passed to say an encouraging word, for the good man never

lost his faith in humanity, and still hoped to see peace, good-will,

and happiness reign upon the earth.

“I am not so ambitious as that, father. I only want to give these

children a home in which they can be taught a few simple things

which will help to make life less hard to them when they go out to

fight their battles in the world. Honesty, courage, industry, faith in

God, their fellow-creatures, and themselves; that is all I try for.”

“That is every thing. Give them these helps, then let them go to

work out their life as men and women; and whatever their success

or failure is, I think they will remember and bless your efforts, my

good son and daughter.”

The Professor had joined them, and as Mr. March spoke he gave a

hand to each, and left them with a look that was a blessing. As Jo

and her husband stood together for a moment talking quietly, and

feeling that their summer work had been well done if father

approved, Mr. Laurie slipped into the hall, said a word to the

children, and all of a sudden the whole flock pranced into the

room, joined hands and danced about Father and Mother Bhaer,

singing blithely

“Summer days are over,

Summer work is done;

Harvests have been gathered

Gayly one by one.

Now the feast is eaten,

Finished is the play;

But one rite remains for

Our Thanksgiving-day.

“Best of all the harvest

In the dear God’s sight,

Are the happy children

In the home to-night;

And we come to offer

Thanks where thanks are due,

With grateful hearts and voices,

Father, mother, unto you.”

With the last words the circle narrowed till the good Professor and

his wife were taken prisoner by many arms, and half hidden by the

bouquet of laughing young faces which surrounded them, proving

that one plant had taken root and blossomed beautifully in all the

little gardens. For love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its

sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow,

blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who

give and those who receive.

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