A SONG FROM THE SUDS.
Reading edition
Queen of my tub, I merrily sing, While the white foam rises high, And stur-di-ly wash and rinse and wring, And fasten the clothes to dry; Then out in the free fresh air they swing, Under the sunny sky. I am glad a task to me is given, To labor at day by day; For it brings me health and strength and hope, And I cheer-ful-ly learn to say, “Head you may think, Heart you may feel, But Hand you shall work alway.”
Louisa grew to be a woman at last. She went to nurse soldiers in the war. She wrote books. When she wrote the book called “Little Women,” all the young people were de-light-ed. What she had said to the crow came true at last. She became famous. She had money enough to make the family com-fort-a-ble.