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II. Old Lady Lloyd | Lucy Maud Montgomery | |
IV. The August Chapter |
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The Old Lady was sitting on the Marshall sofa the next Sewing Circle afternoon when Sylvia Gray came and sat down beside her. The Old Lady's hands trembled a little, and one side of a handkerchief, which was afterwards given as a Christmas present to a little olive-skinned coolie in Trinidad, was not quite so exquisitely done as the other three sides. Sylvia at first talked of the Circle, and Mrs. Marshall's dahlias, and the Old Lady was in the seventh heaven of delight, though she took care not to show it, and was even a little more stately and finely mannered than usual. When she asked Sylvia how she liked living in Spencervale, Sylvia said, "Very much. Everybody is so kind to me. Besides"--Sylvia lowered her voice so that nobody but the Old Lady could hear it--"I have a fairy godmother here who does the most beautiful and wonderful things for me." Sylvia, being a girl of fine instincts, did not look at Old Lady Lloyd as she said this. But she would not have seen anything if she had looked. The Old Lady was not a Lloyd for nothing. "How very interesting," she said, indifferently. "Isn't it? I am so grateful to her and I have wished so much she might know how much pleasure she has given me. I have found lovely flowers and delicious berries on my path all summer; I feel sure she sent me my party dress. But the dearest gift came last week on my birthday--a little volume of my father's poems. I can't express what I felt on receiving them. But I longed to meet my fairy godmother and thank her." "Quite a fascinating mystery, isn't it? Have you really no idea who she is?" |
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