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It was curious how Tilly preserved the spirit of Toas dead, in the Marsh Ursula always connected

her with her grandfather

This day the child had brought a tight little nosegay of

pinks, white ones, with a rim of pink ones She was very proud

of it, and very shy because of her pride

"Your gran'oin' up, and don't go burstin' in on her like a

skyrocket My word, but that's a fine posy! Did you do it all by

yourself, an' all?"

Tilly stealthily ushered her into the bedroo hesitation characteristic of

her when she wasa little grey woollen jacket

The child hesitated in silence near the bed, clutching the

nosegay in front of her Her childish eyes were shining The

grandht

"How pretty!" she said "How pretty you have , thrust the, "I made them you"

"That is how the peasants tied the the pinks with her fingers, and sht little bunches! And they make wreaths for

their hair--they weave the stalks Then they go round with

wreaths in their hair, and wearing their best aprons"

Ursula iined herself in this story-land

"Did you used to have a wreath in your hair,

grandolden hair, so like

Katie's Then I used to have a wreath of little blue flowers,