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Harvest Time

           Iseesomanygoingtoruinforwantofhelpattherightminute,Ilovesotodoanythingforthem,Iseemtofeeltheirwants,andsympathizewiththeirtroubles,andoh,Ishouldsoliketobeamothertothem!"

           Mrs.MarchheldoutherhandtoJo,whotookit,smiling,withtearsinhereyes,andwentonintheoldenthusiasticway,whichtheyhadnotseenforalongwhile.

           "ItoldmyplantoFritzonce,andhesaiditwasjustwhathewouldlike,andagreedtotryitwhenwegotrich.Blesshisdearheart,he’sbeendoingitallhislifehelpingpoorboys,Imean,notgettingrich,thathe’llneverbe.Moneydoesn’tstayinhispocketlongenoughtolayupany.Butnow,thankstomygoodoldaunt,wholovedmebetterthanIeverdeserved,I’mrich,atleastIfeelso,andwecanliveatPlumfieldperfectlywell,ifwehaveaflourishingschool.It’sjusttheplaceforboys,thehouseisbig,andthefurniturestrongandplain.There’splentyofroomfordozensinside,andsplendidgroundsoutside.Theycouldhelpinthegardenandorchard.Suchworkishealthy,isn’tit,sir?ThenFritzcouldtrainandteachinhisownway,andFatherwillhelphim.Icanfeedandnurseandpetandscoldthem,andMotherwillbemystand-by.I’vealwayslongedforlotsofboys,andneverhadenough,nowIcanfillthehousefullandrevelinthelittledearstomyheart’scontent.ThinkwhatluxuryPlumfieldmyown,andawildernessofboystoenjoyitwithme.

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