Demi , as the oldest grandchild , then presented the queen of the day with various gifts , so numerous that they were transported to the festive scene in a wheelbarrow . Funny presents , some of them , but what would have been defects to other eyes were ornaments to Grandma 's -- for the children 's gifts were all their own . Every stitch Daisy 's patient little fingers had put into the handkerchiefs she hemmed was better than embroidery to Mrs. March . Demi 's miracle of mechanical skill , though the cover would n't shut , Rob 's footstool had a wiggle in its uneven legs that she declared was soothing , and no page of the costly book Amy 's child gave her was so fair as that on which appeared in tipsy capitals , the words -- `` To dear Grandma , from her little Beth . '' During the ceremony the boys had mysteriously disappeared , and when Mrs. March had tried to thank her children , and broken down , while Teddy wiped her eyes on his pinafore , the Professor suddenly began to sing . Then , from above him , voice after voice took up the words , and from tree to tree echoed the music of the unseen choir , as the boys sang with all their hearts the little song that Jo had written , Laurie set to music , and the Professor trained his lads to give with the best effect . This was something altogether new , and it proved a grand success , for Mrs. March could n't get over her surprise , and insisted on shaking hands with every one of the featherless birds , from tall Franz and Emil to the little quadroon , who had the sweetest voice of all . After this , the boys dispersed for a final lark , leaving Mrs. March and her daughters under the festival tree . `` I do n't think I ever ought to call myself ` unlucky Jo ' again , when my greatest wish has been so beautifully gratified , '' said Mrs. Bhaer , taking Teddy 's little fist out of the milk pitcher , in which he was rapturously churning . `` And yet your life is very different from the one you pictured so long ago . Do you remember our castles in the air ? '' asked Amy , smiling as she watched Laurie and John playing cricket with the boys . `` Dear fellows ! It does my heart good to see them forget business and frolic for a day , '' answered Jo , who now spoke in a maternal way of all mankind . `` Yes , I remember , but the life I wanted then seems selfish , lonely , and cold to me now . I have n't given up the hope that I may write a good book yet , but I can wait , and I 'm sure it will be all the better for such experiences and illustrations as these , '' and Jo pointed from the lively lads in the distance to her father , leaning on the Professor 's arm , as they walked to and fro in the sunshine , deep in one of the conversations which both enjoyed so much , and then to her mother , sitting enthroned among her daughters , with their children in her lap and at her feet , as if all found help and happiness in the face which never could grow old to them . `` My castle was the most nearly realized of all . I asked for splendid things , to be sure , but in my heart I knew I should be satisfied , if I had a little home , and John , and some dear children like these . I 've got them all , thank God , and am the happiest woman in the world , '' and Meg laid her hand on her tall boy 's head , with a face full of tender and devout content . `` My castle is very different from what I planned , but I would not alter it , though , like Jo , I do n't relinquish all my artistic hopes , or confine myself to helping others fulfill their dreams of beauty .
I 've begun to model a figure of baby , and XXXXX says it is the best thing I 've ever done .
Amy Bhaer Daisy Franz John Laurie Rob Teddy day pinafore