\"yes! i know; so i told him. i thought you would not want to go. still itis open, if you would like it.\"

\"oh, no!\" said margaret. \"let us keep to our plan. let us start at twelve.

it is very good and kind of them; but indeed i could not go.\"

\"very well. don\"t fidget yourself, and i\"ll arrange it all.\"

before they left margaret stole round to the back of the vicaragegarden, and gathered a little straggling piece of honeysuckle. she wouldnot take a flower the day before, for fear of being observed, and hermotives and feelings mented upon. but as she returned across themon, the place was reinvested with the old enchanting atmosphere.

the mon sounds of life were more musical there than anywhereelse in the whole world, the light more golden, the life more tranquiland full of dreamy delight. as margaret remembered her feelingsyesterday, she said to herself:

\"and i too change perpetually--now this, now that--now disappointedand peevish because all is not exactly as i had pictured it, and nowsuddenly discovering that the reality is far more beautiful than i hadimagined it. oh, helstone! i shall never love any place like you.

a few days afterwards, she had found her level, and decided that shewas very glad to hāve been there, and that she had seen it again, andthat to her it would always be the prettiest spot in the world, but that itwas so full of associations with former days, and especially with herfather and mother, that if it were all to e over again, she shouldshrink back from such another visit as that which she had paid with mr.

bell.

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