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When
no
one
could
eat
any
more
,
the
Professor
proposed
the
first
regular
toast
,
which
was
always
drunk
at
such
times
—
"
Aunt
March
,
God
bless
her
!
"
A
toast
heartily
given
by
the
good
man
,
who
never
forgot
how
much
he
owed
her
,
and
quietly
drunk
by
the
boys
,
who
had
been
taught
to
keep
her
memory
green
.
"
Now
,
Grandma
’
s
sixtieth
birthday
!
Long
life
to
her
,
with
three
times
three
!
"
That
was
given
with
a
will
,
as
you
may
well
believe
,
and
the
cheering
once
begun
,
it
was
hard
to
stop
it
.
Everybody
’
s
health
was
proposed
,
from
Mr
.
Laurence
,
who
was
considered
their
special
patron
,
to
the
astonished
guinea
pig
,
who
had
strayed
from
its
proper
sphere
in
search
of
its
young
master
.
Demi
,
as
the
oldest
grandchild
,
then
presented
the
queen
of
the
day
with
various
gifts
,
so
numerous
that
they
were
transported
to
the
festive
scene
in
a
wheelbarrow
.
Funny
presents
,
some
of
them
,
but
what
would
have
been
defects
to
other
eyes
were
ornaments
to
Grandma
’
s
—
for
the
children
’
s
gifts
were
all
their
own
.
Every
stitch
Daisy
’
s
patient
little
fingers
had
put
into
the
handkerchiefs
she
hemmed
was
better
than
embroidery
to
Mrs
.
March
.
Demi
’
s
miracle
of
mechanical
skill
,
though
the
cover
wouldn
’
t
shut
,
Rob
’
s
footstool
had
a
wiggle
in
its
uneven
legs
that
she
declared
was
soothing
,
and
no
page
of
the
costly
book
Amy
’
s
child
gave
her
was
so
fair
as
that
on
which
appeared
in
tipsy
capitals
,
the
words
—
"
To
dear
Grandma
,
from
her
little
Beth
.
"
During
the
ceremony
the
boys
had
mysteriously
disappeared
,
and
when
Mrs
.
March
had
tried
to
thank
her
children
,
and
broken
down
,
while
Teddy
wiped
her
eyes
on
his
pinafore
,
the
Professor
suddenly
began
to
sing
.
Then
,
from
above
him
,
voice
after
voice
took
up
the
words
,
and
from
tree
to
tree
echoed
the
music
of
the
unseen
choir
,
as
the
boys
sang
with
all
their
hearts
the
little
song
that
Jo
had
written
,
Laurie
set
to
music
,
and
the
Professor
trained
his
lads
to
give
with
the
best
effect
.
This
was
something
altogether
new
,
and
it
proved
a
grand
success
,
for
Mrs
.
March
couldn
’
t
get
over
her
surprise
,
and
insisted
on
shaking
hands
with
every
one
of
the
featherless
birds
,
from
tall
Franz
and
Emil
to
the
little
quadroon
,
who
had
the
sweetest
voice
of
all
.
After
this
,
the
boys
dispersed
for
a
final
lark
,
leaving
Mrs
.
March
and
her
daughters
under
the
festival
tree
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
ever
ought
to
call
myself
‘
unlucky
Jo
’
again
,
when
my
greatest
wish
has
been
so
beautifully
gratified
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Bhaer
,
taking
Teddy
’
s
little
fist
out
of
the
milk
pitcher
,
in
which
he
was
rapturously
churning
.
"
And
yet
your
life
is
very
different
from
the
one
you
pictured
so
long
ago
.
Do
you
remember
our
castles
in
the
air
?
"
asked
Amy
,
smiling
as
she
watched
Laurie
and
John
playing
cricket
with
the
boys
.
"
Dear
fellows
!
It
does
my
heart
good
to
see
them
forget
business
and
frolic
for
a
day
,
"
answered
Jo
,
who
now
spoke
in
a
maternal
way
of
all
mankind
.
"
Yes
,
I
remember
,
but
the
life
I
wanted
then
seems
selfish
,
lonely
,
and
cold
to
me
now
.
I
haven
’
t
given
up
the
hope
that
I
may
write
a
good
book
yet
,
but
I
can
wait
,
and
I
’
m
sure
it
will
be
all
the
better
for
such
experiences
and
illustrations
as
these
,
"
and
Jo
pointed
from
the
lively
lads
in
the
distance
to
her
father
,
leaning
on
the
Professor
’
s
arm
,
as
they
walked
to
and
fro
in
the
sunshine
,
deep
in
one
of
the
conversations
which
both
enjoyed
so
much
,
and
then
to
her
mother
,
sitting
enthroned
among
her
daughters
,
with
their
children
in
her
lap
and
at
her
feet
,
as
if
all
found
help
and
happiness
in
the
face
which
never
could
grow
old
to
them
.
