When Felicity took her to the spare room Cecily slipped upstairs and presently came back with a little parcel in her hand . `` What have you got there ? '' demanded Felicity suspiciously . `` A -- a little bag of rose-leaves , '' faltered Cecily . `` I thought I 'd give them to Aunt Eliza . '' `` The idea ! Do n't you do such a thing , '' said Felicity contemptuously . `` She 'd think you were crazy . '' `` She was awfully nice when I asked her for her name for the quilt , '' protested Cecily , `` and she took a ten-cent section after all . So I 'd like to give her the rose-leaves -- and I 'm going to , too , Miss Felicity . '' Great-aunt Eliza accepted the little gift quite graciously , bade us all good-bye , said she had enjoyed herself very much , left messages for father and mother , and finally betook herself away . We watched her cross the yard , tall , stately , erect , and disappear down the lane . Then , as often aforetime , we gathered together in the cheer of the red hearth-flame , while outside the wind of a winter twilight sang through fair white valleys brimmed with a reddening sunset , and a faint , serene , silver-cold star glimmered over the willow at the gate . `` Well , '' said Felicity , drawing a relieved breath , `` I 'm glad she 's gone . She certainly is queer , just as mother said . '' `` It 's a different kind of queerness from what I expected , though , '' said the Story Girl meditatively . `` There 's something I ca n't quite make out about Aunt Eliza . I do n't think I altogether like her . '' `` I 'm precious sure I do n't , '' said Dan . `` Oh , well , never mind .
She 's gone now and that 's the last of it , '' said XXXXX comfortingly .
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