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One blithe June ht after Uncle Abe's storarden, carrying in her hands two blighted stalks of white narcissus

"Look, Marilla," she said sorrowfully, holding up the flowers before the eyes of a griha into the house with a plucked chicken, "these are the only buds the storm sparedand even they are irave He was always so fond of June lilies"

"I kind of h it doesn't sees have happened

all the crops destroyed as well as the fruit"

"But people have sown their oats over again," said Anne coood suh late Andcan replace the June lilies Poor little Hester Gray will have none either I went all the way back to her garden last night but there wasn't one I'ht for you to say such things, Anne, I really don't," said Marilla severely "Hester Gray has been dead for thirty years and her spirit is in heavenI hope"

"Yes, but I believe she loves and rearden here still," said Anne "I' I'd lived in heaven I'd like to look down and see soarden here like Hester Gray's it would takehomesick for it by spells"

"Well, don't let the twins hear you talking like that," was Marilla's feeble protest, as she carried her chicken into the house

Anne pinned her narcissi on her hair and went to the lane gate, where she stood for awhile sunning herself in the June brightness before going in to attend to her Saturday ain; old Mother Nature was doing her best to reh she was not to succeed fully forwonders

"I wish I could just be idle all day today," Anne told a bluebird, as singing and swinging on abough, "but a schoole in laziness, birdie Hoeet you are singing, little bird You are just putting the feelings ofever so ?"