and violets。 And an old man was sitting on ita bent old man with long； snow…white hair and beautiful sad blue eyes。 He seemed very lonely and sorrowful and I wondered that Miss Reade didn't speak to him。 But she never let on she saw him and took me away to another part of the garden。 After awhile he got up and went away and then Miss Reade said； 'Come over to Aunt Una's seat and I will tell you about her and her loverthat man who has just gone out。'
〃'Oh； isn't he too old for a lover？' I said。
〃Beautiful Alice laughed and said it was forty years since he had been her Aunt Una's lover。 He had been a tall； handsome young man then； and her Aunt Una was a beautiful girl of nineteen。
〃We went over and sat down and Miss Reade told me all about her。 She said that when she was a child she had heard much of her Aunt Unathat she seemed to have been one of those people who are not soon forgotten； whose personality seems to linger about the scenes of their lives long after they have passed away。〃
〃What is a personality？ Is it another word for ghost？〃 asked Peter。
〃No；〃 said the Story Girl shortly。 〃I can't stop in a story to explain words。〃
〃I don't believe you know what it is yourself；〃 said Felicity。
The Story Girl picked up her hat； which she had thrown down on the grass； and placed it defiantly on her brown curls。
〃I'm going in；〃 she announced。 〃I have to help Aunt Olivia ice a cake tonight； and you all seem more interested in dictionaries than stories。〃
〃That's not fair；〃 I exclaimed。 〃Dan and Felix and Sara Ray and Cecily and I have never said a word。 It's mean to punish us for what Peter and Felicity did。 We want to hear the rest of the story。 Never mind what a personality is but go onand； Peter； you young ass； keep still。〃
〃I only wanted to know；〃 muttered Peter sulkily。
〃I DO know what personality is； but it's hard to explain；〃 said the Story Girl； relenting。 〃It's what makes you different from Dan； Peter； and me different from Felicity or Cecily。 Miss Reade's Aunt Una had a personality that was very uncommon。 And she was beautiful； too； with white skin and night…black eyes and haira 'moonlight beauty；' Miss Reade called it。 She used to keep a kind of a diary； and Miss Reade's mother used to read parts of it to her。 She wrote verses in it and they were lovely； and she wrote descriptions of the old garden which she loved very much。 Miss Reade said that everything in the garden； plot or shrub or tree； recalled to her mind some phrase or verse of her Aunt Una's； so that the whole place seemed full of her； and her memory haunted the walks like a faint； sweet perfume。
〃Una had； as I've told you； a lover； and they were to have been married on her twentieth birthday。 Her wedding dress was to have been a gown of white brocade with purple violets in it。 But a little while before it she took ill with fever and died； and she was buried on her birthday instead of being married。 It was just in the time of opening roses。 Her lover has been faithful to her ever since； he has never married； and every June； on her birthday； he makes a pilgrimage to the old garden and sits for a long time in silence on the bench where he used to woo her on crimson eves and moonlight nights of long ago。 Miss Reade says she always loves to see him sitting there because it gives her such a deep and lasting sense of the beauty and strength of love which can thus outlive time and death。 And sometimes； she says； it gives her a little eerie feeling； too； as if her Aunt Una were really sitting there beside him； keeping tryst； although she has been in her grave for forty years。〃
〃It would be real romantic to die young and have your lover make a pilgrimage to your garden every year；〃 reflected Sara Ray。
〃It would be more comfortable to go on living and get married to him；〃 said Felicity。 〃Mother says all those sentimental ideas are bosh and I expect they are。 It's a wonder Beautiful Alice hasn't a beau herself。 She is so pretty and lady…like。〃
〃The Carlisle fellows all say she is too stuck up；〃 said Dan。
〃There's nobody in Carlisle half good enough for her；〃 cried the Story Girl； 〃exceptex…cept〃
〃Except who？〃 asked Felix。
〃Never mind；〃 said the Story Girl mysteriously。
CHAPTER XVII
AUNT OLIVIA'S WEDDING
What a delightful； old…fashioned； wholesome excitement there was about Aunt Olivia's wedding！ The Monday and Tuesday preceding it we did not go to school at all； but were all kept home to do chores and run errands。 The cooking and decorating and arranging that went on those two days was amazing； and Felicity was so happy over it all that she did not even quarrel with Danthough she narrowly escaped it when he told her that the Governor's wife was coming to the wedding。
〃Mind you have some of her favourite rusks for her；〃 he said。
〃I guess；〃 said Felicity with dignity； 〃that Aunt Olivia's wedding supper will be good enough for even a Governor's wife。〃
〃I s'pose none of us except the Story Girl will get to the first table；〃 said Felix； rather gloomily。
〃Never mind；〃 comforted Felicity。 〃There's a whole turkey to be kept for us； and a freezerful of ice cream。 Cecily and I are going to wait on the tables； and we'll put away a little of everything that's extra nice for our suppers。〃
〃I do so want to have my supper with you；〃 sighed Sara Ray； 〃but I s'pose ma will drag me with her wherever she goes。 She won't trust me out of her sight a minute the whole eveningI know she won't。〃
〃I'll get Aunt Olivia to ask her to let you have your supper with us；〃 said Cecily。 〃She can't refuse the bride's request。〃
〃You don't know all ma can do；〃 returned Sara darkly。 〃No； I feel that I'll have to eat my supper with her。 But I suppose I ought to be very thankful I'm to get to the wedding at all； and that ma did get me a new white dress for it。 Even yet I'm so scared something will happen to prevent me from getting to it。〃
Monday evening shrouded itself in clouds； and all night long the voice of the wind answered to the voice of the rain。 Tuesday the downpour continued。 We were quite frantic about it。 Suppose it kept on raining over Wednesday！ Aunt Olivia couldn't be married in the orchard then。 That would be too bad； especially when the late apple tree had most obligingly kept its store of blossom until after all the other trees had faded and then burst lavishly into bloom for Aunt Olivia's wedding。 That apple tree was always very late in blooming； and this year it was a week later than usual。 It was a sight to seea great tree…pyramid with high； far… spreading boughs； over which a wealth of rosy snow seemed to have been flung。 Never had bride a more magnificent canopy。
To our rapture； however； it cleared up beautifully Tuesday evening； and the sun； before setting in purple pomp； poured a flood of wonderful radiance over the whole great； green； diamond… dripping world； promising a fair morrow。 Uncle Alec drove off to the station through it to bring home the bridegroom and his best man。 Dan was full of a wild idea that we should all meet them at the gate； armed with cowbells and tin…pans； and 〃charivari〃 them up the lane。 Peter sided with him； but the rest of us voted down the suggestion。
〃Do you want Dr。 Seton to think we are a pack of wild Indians？〃 asked Felicity severely。 〃A nice opinion he'd have of our manners！〃
〃Well； it's the only chance we'll have to chivaree them；〃 grumbled Dan。 〃Aunt Olivia wouldn't mind。 SHE can take a joke。〃
〃Ma would kill you if you did such a thing；〃 warned Felicity。 〃Dr。 Seton lives in Halifax and they NEVER chivaree people there。 He would think it very vulgar。〃
〃Then he should have stayed in Halifax and got married there；〃 retorted Dan； sulkily。
We were very curious to see our uncle…elect。 When he came and Uncle Alec took him into the parlour； we were all crowded into the dark corner behind the stairs to peep at him。 Then we fled to the moonlight world outside and discussed him at the dairy。
〃He's bald；〃 said Cecily disappointedly。
〃And RATHER short and stout；〃 said Felicity。
〃He's forty； if he's a day；〃 said Dan。
〃Never you mind；〃 cried the Story Girl loyally； 〃Aunt Olivia loves him with all her heart。〃
〃And more than that； he's got lots of money；〃 added Felicity。
〃Well； he may be all right；〃 said Peter； 〃but it's my opinion that your Aunt Olivia could have done just as well on the Island。〃
〃YOUR opinion doesn't matter very much to our family；〃 said Felicity crushingly。
But when we made the acquaintance of Dr。 Seton next morning we liked him enormously； and voted him a jolly good fellow。 Even Peter remarked aside to me that he guessed Miss Olivia hadn't made much of a mistake after all； though it was plain he thought she was running a risk in not sticking to the Island。 The girls had not much time to discuss him with us。 They were all exceedingly busy and whisked about at such a rate that they seemed to possess the power of being in half a dozen places at once。 The importance of Felicity was quite terrible。 But after dinner came a lull。
〃Thank goodness； everything is ready at last；〃 breathed Felicity devoutly； as we foregathered for a brief space in the fir wood。 〃We've nothing m