wheat and
fewer
tares
every
year,”
said Amy
softly. “A
large
sheaf, but
I know
there’s
room in
your heart
for it,
Marmee
dear,”
added
Meg’s
tender
voice.
Touched to
the heart,
Mrs. March
could only
stretch
out her
arms, as
if to
gather
children
and
grandchildren
to
herself,
and say,
with face
and voice
full of
motherly
love,
gratitude
and
humility:
“Oh, my
girls,
however
long you
may live,
I never
can wish
