| PART 2
47. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
 (continued)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, form 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. |