‘If anyone had told me what wonderful changes were to take place here in ten years, I wouldn’t have believed it, ‘ said Mrs Jo to Mrs Meg, as they sat on the piazza at Plumfield one summer day, looking about them with faces full of pride and pleasure.
‘This is the sort of magic that money and kind hearts can work. I am sure Mr Laurence could have no nobler monument than the college he so generously endowed; and a home like this will keep Aunt March’s memory green as long as it lasts, ‘ answered Mrs Meg, always glad to praise the absent.
‘We used to believe in fairies, you remember, and plan what we’d ask for if we could have three wishes. Doesn’t it seem as if mine had been really granted at last? Money, fame, and plenty of the work I love, ‘ said Mrs Jo, carelessly rumpling up her hair as she clasped her hands over her head just as she used to do when a girl.