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 Blair 's arrival . Aunt Janet had been very unwilling to let the Story Girl go . But Uncle Blair was inexorable .
It was time , he said , XXXXX she should go to a better school than the little country one in Carlisle ; and besides , he did not want her to grow into womanhood a stranger to him .
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