I don't care what people think about me if they don't
let me see it."
"Well," said Diana looking regretfully at the setting sun. "I suppose
we must go if we want to get to Mr. Kimball's before dark. We've had a
lovely time, Miss Lewis."
"Won't you come again to see me?" pleaded Miss Lavendar.
Tall Anne put her arm about the little lady.
"Indeed we shall," she promised. "Now that we have discovered you we'll
wear out our welcome coming to see you. Yes, we must go . . . 'we must
tear ourselves away,' as Paul Irving says every time he comes to Green
Gables."
"Paul Irving?" There was a subtle change in Miss Lavendar's voice. "Who
is he? I didn't think there was anybody of that name in Avonlea."
Anne felt vexed at her own heedlessness. She had forgotten about Miss
Lavendar's old romance when Paul's name slipped out.
"He is a little pupil of mine," she explained slowly. "He came from
Boston last year to live with his grandmother, Mrs. Irving of the shore
road."
"Is he Stephen Irving's son?" Miss Lavendar asked, bending over her
namesake border so that her face was hidden.
"Yes."
"I'm going to give you girls a bunch of lavendar apiece," said Miss
Lavendar brightly, as if she had not heard the answer to her question.
"It's very sweet, don't you think? Mother always loved it. She planted
these borders long ago. Father named me Lavendar because he was so fond
of it. The very first time he saw mother was when he visited her home in
East Grafton with her brother. He fell in love with her at first sight;
and they put him in the spare room bed to sleep and the sheets were
scented with lavendar and he lay awake all night and thought of her. He
always loved the scent of lavendar after that . . . and that was why he
gave me the name. Don't forget to come back soon, girls dear. We'll be
looking for you, Charlotta the Fourth and I."
She opened the gate under the firs for them to pass through. She looked
suddenly old and tired; the glow and radiance had faded from her face;
her parting smile was as sweet with ineradicable youth as ever, but
when the girls looked back from the first curve in the lane they saw her
sitting on the old stone bench under the silver poplar in the middle of
the garden with her head leaning wearily on her hand.
"She does look lonely," said Diana softly. "We must come often to see
her."
"I think her parents gave her the only right and fitting name that could
possibly be given her," sai
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