It was to be her
room after this; she must be where she could see Sylvia's light,
she put the bed where she could lie in it and look at that earth star
which had suddenly shone across the twilight shadows of her heart.
She felt very happy, she had not felt happy for many years;
but now a strange, new, dream-like interest, remote from the harsh
realities of her existence, but none the less comforting
and alluring, had entered into her life. Besides, she had thought
of something she could do for Sylvia--"a little, little thing"
that might give her pleasure.
Spencervale people were wont to say regretfully that there
were no Mayflowers in Spencervale; the Spencervale young fry,
when they wanted Mayflowers, thought they had to go over
to the barrens at Avonlea, six miles away, for them.
Old Lady Lloyd knew better. In her many long, solitary rambles,
she had discovered a little clearing far back in the woods--
a southward-sloping, sandy hill on a tract of woodland belonging
to a man who lived in town--which in spring was starred over
with the pink and white of arbutus.
To this clearing the Old Lady betook herself that afternoon,
walking through wood lanes and under dim spruce arches like a woman
with a glad purpose.
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