Father is happy; mother glad to be at rest; Anna is in bliss with her gentle John; and May busy over her pictures.
I have plans simmering, but must sweep and dust and wash my dishpans a while longer till I see my way." Meanwhile the little women paper and decorate the walls, May in her enthusiasm filling panels and every vacant place with birds and flowers and mottoes in old English.
"August.

Much company to see the new house.

All seem to be glad that the wandering family is anchored at last.

We won't move again for twenty years" (prophetic soul to name the period so exactly) "if I can help it.

The old people need an abiding place, and now that death and love have taken two of us away, I can, I hope, soon manage to take care of the remaining four." It is one of the ironies of fate that the fame of Bronson Alcott should hang upon that of his gifted daughter.