A SONG FROM THE SUDS.

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.