Friday, April 13, 2007

Under the Lilacs

"Come on, sister. I see the tea-table all ready, and I'm awfully hungry," interrupted Thorny, who had not a ray of sentiment about him, though very glad Ben had got his father back again.

"Come over, by-and-by, little friends, and let me thank you for your pretty welcome, -- it certainly is a warm one;" and Mrs. Celia glanced merrily from the three bright faces above her to the old chimney, which still smoked sullenly.

"Oh, don't!" cried Bab, hiding her face.

"She didn't mean to," added Betty, pleadingly. "

Three cheers for the bride!" roared Ben, dipping his flag, as leaning on her husband's arm his dear mistress passed under the gay arch, along the leaf-strewn walk, over the threshold of the house which was to be her happy home for many years.

The closed gate where the lonely little wanderer once lay was always to stand open now, and the path where children played before was free to all comers, for a hospitable welcome henceforth awaited rich and poor, young and old, sad and gay, Under the Lilacs.

Under the Lilacs
Louisa May Alcott

1 comment:

  1. Seeing your lilacs in bloom makes the waiting game harder here. My childhood home had a whole row of lilacs as a back fence. We were able to move some starts to our place so our row of lilacs started at home. They are barely budding. I know a few warm days like today ( it looks like anyway) will get them going.


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