`` I am sure I shall , '' said Alice Dale , turning to her husband . He looked down into her eyes -- and we were quite forgotten by both of them . We saw it , and slipped away , while Jasper Dale drew his wife into their home and shut the world out . We scampered joyously away through the moonlit dusk . Uncle Blair joined us at the gate and the Story Girl asked him what he thought of the bride . `` When she dies white violets will grow out of her dust , '' he answered . `` Uncle Blair says even queerer things than the Story Girl , '' Felicity whispered to me . And so that beautiful day went away from us , slipping through our fingers as we tried to hold it . It hooded itself in shadows and fared forth on the road that is lighted by the white stars of evening . It had been a gift of Paradise . Its hours had all been fair and beloved . From dawn flush to fall of night there had been naught to mar it . It took with it its smiles and laughter . But it left the boon of memory . CHAPTER XXVII . THE OLD ORDER CHANGETH `` I am going away with father when he goes . He is going to spend the winter in Paris , and I am to go to school there . '' The Story Girl told us this one day in the orchard . There was a little elation in her tone , but more regret . The news was not a great surprise to us .
We had felt it in the air ever since Uncle XXXXX 's arrival .
Blair CHANGETH Dale Paris XXVII day evening hours left night