`` No you do n't , always ; you can make things go as you want them , if you only try hard enough , and walk right over whatever stands in the way . I do n't mean to give up my plans for any man ; but , if I live , I 'll carry them out -- you see if I do n't ; '' and Frank gave the rock where he lay a blow with his fist , that sent the acorns flying all about . One of them hit Jack , and he said , sorrowfully , as he held it in his hand so carefully it was evident he had some association with it , -- `` Ed used to say that , and he had some splendid plans , but they did n't come to anything . '' `` Perhaps they did ; who can tell ? Do your best while you live , and I do n't believe anything good is lost , whether we have it a long or a short time , '' said Ralph , who knew what a help and comfort high hopes were , and how they led to better things , if worthily cherished . `` A great many acorns are wasted , I suppose ; but some of them sprout and grow , and make splendid trees , '' added Merry , feeling more than she knew how to express , as she looked up at the oaks overhead . Only seven of the party were sitting on the knoll now , for the rest had gone to wash the dishes and pack the baskets down by the boats . Jack and Jill , with the three elder boys , were in a little group , and as Merry spoke , Gus said to Frank , -- `` Did you plant yours ? '' `` Yes , on the lawn , and I mean it shall come up if I can make it , '' answered Frank , gravely . `` I put mine where I can see it from the window , and not forget to water and take care of it , '' added Jack , still turning the pretty brown acorn to and fro as if he loved it . `` What do they mean ? '' whispered Merry to Jill , who was leaning against her knee to rest . `` The boys were walking in the Cemetery last Sunday , as they often do , and when they came to Ed 's grave , the place was all covered with little acorns from the tree that grows on the bank . They each took up some as they stood talking , and Jack said he should plant his , for he loved Ed very much , you know . The others said they would , too ; and I hope the trees will grow , though we do n't need anything to remember him by , '' answered Jill , in a low tone , thinking of the pressed flowers the girls kept for his sake . The boys heard her , but no one spoke for a moment as they sat looking across the river toward the hill where the pines whispered their lullabies and pointed heavenward , steadfast and green , all the year round . None of them could express the thought that was in their minds as Jill told the little story ; but the act and the feeling that prompted it were perhaps as beautiful an assurance as could have been given that the dear dead boy 's example had not been wasted , for the planting of the acorns was a symbol of the desire budding in those young hearts to be what he might have been , and to make their lives nobler for the knowledge and the love of him . `` It seems as if a great deal had happened this year , '' said Merry , in a pensive tone , for this quiet talk just suited her mood . `` So I say , for there 's been a Declaration of Independence and a Revolution in our house , and I 'm commander-in-chief now ; and do n't I like it ! '' cried Molly , complacently surveying the neat new uniform she wore of her own choosing .
`` I feel as if I never learned so much in my life as I have since last December , and yet I never did so little , '' added XXXXX , wondering why the months of weariness and pain did not seem more dreadful to her .
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