offer
Thanks
where
thanks are
due, With
grateful
hearts and
voices,
Father,
mother,
unto you."
With the
last words
the circle
narrowed
till the
good
Professor
and his
wife were
taken
prisoner
by many
arms, and
half
hidden by
the
bouquet of
laughing
young
faces
which
surrounded
them,
proving
that one
plant had
taken root
and
blossomed
beautifully
in all the
little
gardens.
For love
is a
flower
that grows
in any
soil,
