Chapter 11

“Summer days are over,Summer work is done;Harvests have been gatheredGayly one by one.Now the feast is eaten,Finished is the play;But one rite remains forOur Thanksgiving-day.“Best of all the harvestIn the dear God’s sight,Are the happy childrenIn the home to-night;And we come to offerThanks where thanks are due,With grateful hearts and voices,Father, mother, unto you.”

“Summer days are over,Summer work is done;Harvests have been gatheredGayly one by one.Now the feast is eaten,Finished is the play;But one rite remains forOur Thanksgiving-day.“Best of all the harvestIn the dear God’s sight,Are the happy childrenIn the home to-night;And we come to offerThanks where thanks are due,With grateful hearts and voices,Father, mother, unto you.”

“Summer days are over,Summer work is done;Harvests have been gatheredGayly one by one.Now the feast is eaten,Finished is the play;But one rite remains forOur Thanksgiving-day.

“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 harvestIn the dear God’s sight,Are the happy childrenIn the home to-night;And we come to offerThanks where thanks are due,With grateful hearts and voices,Father, mother, unto you.”

“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.

THE END

This is theOrchard Housein Concord, Massachusetts, now a museum visited every year by hundreds of people. Here lived the real Little Women, Louisa May Alcott and her sisters, whose complete story is told in the three books—LITTLE WOMEN, LITTLE MEN, and JO’S BOYS.

This is theOrchard Housein Concord, Massachusetts, now a museum visited every year by hundreds of people. Here lived the real Little Women, Louisa May Alcott and her sisters, whose complete story is told in the three books—LITTLE WOMEN, LITTLE MEN, and JO’S BOYS.

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