Jordan is going to take me back to Kensington at once.
I came out to see Aunty Nan." "I'm certain she'd be delighted,"
said Mrs. William effusively. "She's been talking about
you for weeks."
"Yes, it has made her very happy," said Joscelyn gravely.
"And it has made me happy, too. I love Aunty Nan, Mrs. Morrison,
and I owe her much. In all my life I have never met a woman
so purely, unselfishly good and noble and true."
"Fancy now," said Mrs. William, rather overcome at hearing
this great singer pronounce such an encomium on quiet,
timid old Aunty Nan.
Jordan drove Joscelyn back to Kensington; and up-stairs in her room
Aunty Nan slept, with that rapt smile on her face and Joscelyn's
red roses in her hands. Thus it was that Mrs. William found her,
going in the next morning with her breakfast. The sunlight crept
over the pillow, lighting up the sweet old face and silver hair,
and stealing downward to the faded red roses on her breast.
Smiling and peaceful and happy lay Aunty Nan, for she had fallen on
the sleep that knows no earthy wakening, while little Joscelyn sang.
V. The Winning of Lucinda
The marriage of a Penhallow was always the signal for a gathering
of the Penhallows.
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