`` I 'm so glad I have one daughter who can wear pink , '' Mrs. Blythe was wont to say jubilantly . Diana Blythe , known as Di , was very like her mother , with gray-green eyes that always shone with a peculiar lustre and brilliancy in the dusk , and red hair . Perhaps this was why she was her father 's favourite . She and Walter were especial chums ; Di was the only one to whom he would ever read the verses he wrote himself -- the only one who knew that he was secretly hard at work on an epic , strikingly resembling `` Marmion '' in some things , if not in others . She kept all his secrets , even from Nan , and told him all hers . `` Wo n't you soon have those fish ready , Jem ? '' said Nan , sniffing with her dainty nose . `` The smell makes me awfully hungry . '' `` They 're nearly ready , '' said Jem , giving one a dexterous turn . `` Get out the bread and the plates , girls . Walter , wake up . '' `` How the air shines to-night , '' said Walter dreamily . Not that he despised fried trout either , by any means ; but with Walter food for the soul always took first place . `` The flower angel has been walking over the world to-day , calling to the flowers . I can see his blue wings on that hill by the woods . '' `` Any angels ' wings I ever saw were white , '' said Nan . `` The flower angel 's are n't . They are a pale misty blue , just like the haze in the valley . Oh , how I wish I could fly . It must be glorious . ''
`` One does fly in dreams sometimes , '' XXXXX Di .
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