Jordan detested Mrs. William, but she was a power to be reckoned with,
all the same. Meek, easy-going Billy Morrison did just what his wife
told him to.
So Aunty Nan did not get to Kensington to hear little Joscelyn sing.
She said nothing more about it but after that night she seemed
to fail very rapidly. Mrs. William said it was the hot weather,
and that Aunty Nan gave way too easily. But Aunty Nan could not help
giving way now; she was very, very tired. Even her knitting wearied her.
She would sit for hours in her rocking chair with the gray kitten
in her lap, looking out of the window with dreamy, unseeing eyes.
She talked to herself a good deal, generally about little Joscelyn.
Mrs. William told Avonlea folk that Aunty Nan had got terribly childish
and always accompanied the remark with a sigh that intimated how much she,
Mrs. William, had to contend with.
Justice must be done to Mrs. William, however. She was not unkind
to Aunty Nan; on the contrary, she was very kind to her in the letter.
Her comfort was scrupulously attended to, and Mrs. William had
the grace to utter none of her complaints in the old woman's hearing.
If Aunty Nan felt the absence of the spirit she never murmured at it.
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