Say `thou', also, and I shall say your language... Say `thou', also, and I shall say your language is almost as beautiful as mine
"Isn't `thou' a little sentimental?" asked Jo, privately thinking it a lovely monosyllable
"Sentimental? YesThank Gott, we Germans believe in sentiment, and keep ourselves young mit itYour English `you' is so cold, say `thou', heart's dearest, it means so much to me," pleaded MrBhaer, more like a romantic student than a grave professor
"Well, then, why didn't thou tell me all this sooner?" asked Jo bashfully
"Now I shall haf to show thee all my heart, and I so gladly will, because thou must take care of it hereafterSee, then, myJo--ah, the dear, funny little name--I had a wish to tell something the day I said goodbye in New York, but I thought the handsome friend was betrothed to thee, and so I spoke notWouldst thou have said `Yes', then, if I had spoken?"
"I don't knowI'm afraid not, for I didn't have any heart just then
"Prut! That I do not believeIt was asleep till the fairy prince came through the wood, and waked it upAh, well, `Die erste Liebe ist die beste', but that I should not expect
"Yes, the first love is the best, but be so contented, for I never had anotherTeddy was only a boy, and soon got
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"Good! Then I shall rest happy, and be sure that thou givest me allI haf waited so long, I am grown selfish, as thou wiltfind , Professorin
"I like that," cried Jo, delighted with her new name"Now tell me what brought you, at last, just when I wanted you?"
"ThisBhaer took a little worn paper out of his waistcoat pocket
Jo unfolded it, and looked much abashed, for it was one of her own contributions to a paper that paid for poetry, which accounted for her sending it an occasional attempt
"How could that bring you?" she asked, wondering what he meant
"I found it by chanceI knew it by the names and the initials, and in it there was one little verse that seemed to call meI will see that you go not in the wet
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"Jo" on the next lid, scratched and worn, And within a motley store Of headless, dolls, of schoolbooks torn, Birds and beasts that speak no more, Spoils brought home from the fairy ground Only trod by youthful feet, Dreams of a future never found, Memories of a past still sweet, Half-writ poems, stories wild, April letters, warm and cold, Diaries of a wilful child, Hints of a woman early old, A woman in a lonely home, Hearing, like a sad refrain-- "Be worthy, love, and love will come," In the falling summer rain
My Beth! the dust is always swept From the lid that bears your name, As if by loving eyes
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Upon the last lid's polished field-- Legend now both fair and true A gallant knight bears on his shield, "Amy" in letters gold and blueWithin lie snoods that bound her hair, Slippers that have danced their last, Faded flowers laid by with care, Fans whose airy toils are past, Gay valentines, all ardent flames, Trifles that have borne their part In girlish hopes and fears and shames, The record of a maiden heart Now learning fairer, truer spells, Hearing, like a blithe refrain, The silver sound of bridal bells In the falling summer rain
Four little chests all in a row, Dim with dust, and worn by time, Four women, taught by weal and woe To love and labor in their primeFour sisters, parted for an hour, None lost, one only gone before, Made by love's immortal power, Nearest and
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"It's very bad poetry, but I felt it when I wrote it, one day when I was very lonely, and had a good cry on a rag bagI never thought it would go where it could tell tales," said Jo, tearing up the verses the Professor had treasured so long
"Let it go, it has done it's duty, and I will haf a fresh one when I read all the brown book in which she keeps her little secrets," said MrBhaer with a smile as he watched the fragments fly away on the wind"Yes," he added earnestly, "I read that, and I think to myself, She has a sorrow, she is lonely, she would find comfort in true loveI haf a heart full, full for herShall I not go and say, "If this is not too poor a thing to gif for what I shall hope to receive, take it in Gott's name?"
"And so you came to find that it was not too poor, but the one precious thing I needed," whispered Jo
"I had no courage to think that at first, heavenly kind as was your welcome to
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