Perkins had
blighted love's young dream for Cyrus with a killing frost.
Thenceforth sweet Cecily kept the noiseless tenor of her way
unvexed by the attentions of enamoured swains.
CHAPTER XVI
AUNT UNA'S STORY
Felicity, and Cecily, Dan, Felix, Sara Ray and I were sitting one
evening on the mossy stones in Uncle Roger's hill pasture, where
we had sat the morning the Story Girl told us the tale of the
Wedding Veil of the Proud Princess. But it was evening now and
the valley beneath us was brimmed up with the glow of the
afterlight. Behind us, two tall, shapely spruce trees rose up
against the sunset, and through the dark oriel of their sundered
branches an evening star looked down. We sat on a little strip of
emerald grassland and before us was a sloping meadow all white
with daisies.
We were waiting for Peter and the Story Girl. Peter had gone to
Markdale after dinner to spend the afternoon with his reunited
parents because it was his birthday. He had left us grimly
determined to confess to his father the dark secret of his
Presbyterianism, and we were anxious to know what the result had
been. The Story Girl had gone that morning with Miss Reade to
visit the latter's home near Charlottetown, and we expected soon
to see her coming gaily along over the fields from the Armstrong
place.
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