`` Yes , the first love is the best , but be so contented , for I never had another . Teddy was only a boy , and soon got over his little fancy , '' said Jo , anxious to correct the Professor 's mistake . `` Good ! Then I shall rest happy , and be sure that thou givest me all . I haf waited so long , I am grown selfish , as thou wilt find , Professorin . '' `` I like that , '' cried Jo , delighted with her new name . `` Now tell me what brought you , at last , just when I wanted you ? '' `` This , '' and Mr. Bhaer took a little worn paper out of his waistcoat pocket . Jo unfolded it , and looked much abashed , for it was one of her own contributions to a paper that paid for poetry , which accounted for her sending it an occasional attempt . `` How could that bring you ? '' she asked , wondering what he meant . `` I found it by chance . I knew it by the names and the initials , and in it there was one little verse that seemed to call me . Read and find him . I will see that you go not in the wet . '' IN THE GARRET Four little chests all in a row , Dim with dust , and worn by time , All fashioned and filled , long ago , By children now in their prime . Four little keys hung side by side , With faded ribbons , brave and gay When fastened there , with childish pride , Long ago , on a rainy day . Four little names , one on each lid , Carved out by a boyish hand , And underneath there lieth hid Histories of the happy band Once playing here , and pausing oft To hear the sweet refrain , That came and went on the roof aloft , In the falling summer rain . `` Meg '' on the first lid , smooth and fair . I look in with loving eyes , For folded here , with well-known care , A goodly gathering lies , The record of a peaceful life -- Gifts to gentle child and girl , A bridal gown , lines to a wife , A tiny shoe , a baby curl .
No toys in this XXXXX chest remain , For all are carried away , In their old age , to join again In another small Meg 's play .
Bhaer GARRET Jo Professor Professorin Teddy day first names paper