`` The Story Girl said it would , and I wanted to , but mother would n't let me . She said it was all nonsense , and Mr. Campbell would never notice what I had on . '' `` It 's my opinion that Mr. Campbell notices a good deal more than you 'd think for , '' I said sagely . `` Well , I wish our call was over , '' sighed Cecily . `` I ca n't tell you how I dread it . '' `` Now , see here , Sis , '' I said cheerfully , `` let 's not think about it till we get there . It 'll only spoil our walk and do no good . Let 's just forget it and enjoy ourselves . '' `` I 'll try , '' agreed Cecily , `` but it 's ever so much easier to preach than to practise . '' Our way lay first over a hill top , gallantly plumed with golden rod , where cloud shadows drifted over us like a gypsying crew . Carlisle , in all its ripely tinted length and breadth , lay below us , basking in the August sunshine , that spilled over the brim of the valley to the far-off Markdale Harbour , cupped in its harvest-golden hills . Then came a little valley overgrown with the pale purple bloom of thistles and elusively haunted with their perfume . You say that thistles have no perfume ? Go you to a brook hollow where they grow some late summer twilight at dewfall ; and on the still air that rises suddenly to meet you will come a waft of faint , aromatic fragrance , wondrously sweet and evasive , the distillation of that despised thistle bloom . Beyond this the path wound through a forest of fir , where a wood wind wove its murmurous spell and a wood brook dimpled pellucidly among the shadows -- the dear , companionable , elfin shadows -- that lurked under the low growing boughs . Along the edges of that winding path grew banks of velvet green moss , starred with clusters of pigeon berries . Pigeon berries are not to be eaten . They are woolly , tasteless things . But they are to be looked at in their glowing scarlet . They are the jewels with which the forest of cone-bearers loves to deck its brown breast .
XXXXX gathered some and pinned them on hers , but they did not become her .
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