she said . `` Oh , I am so glad to hear from her . Is she well ? Come in here and tell me all about her . '' She turned toward one of those fairy-like rooms , but Jordan interrupted her desperately . `` Oh , not in there , ma'am . I 'd never get it out . Just let me blunder through it out here someways . Yes 'm , Aunty Nan , she ai n't very well . She 's -- she 's dying , I guess . And she 's longing for you night and day . Seems as if she could n't die in peace without seeing you . She wanted to get to Kensington to hear you sing , but that old cat of a Mrs. William -- begging you pardon , ma'am -- would n't let her come . She 's always talking of you . If you can come out to Gull Point Farm and see her , I 'll be most awful obliged to you , ma'am . '' Joscelyn Burnett looked troubled . She had not forgotten Gull Point Farm , nor Aunty Nan ; but for years the memory had been dim , crowded into the background of consciousness by the more exciting events of her busy life . Now it came back with a rush . She recalled it all tenderly -- the peace and beauty and love of that olden summer , and sweet Aunty Nan , so very wise in the lore of all things simple and good and true . For the moment Joscelyn Burnett was a lonely , hungry-hearted little girl again , seeking for love and finding it not , until Aunty Nan had taken her into her great mother-heart and taught her its meaning .
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