`` Remember , you 'll be helping the clover crops . '' `` I never heard such stuff as you boys talk , '' said Felicity , `` and Uncle Roger is no better . '' `` There comes the Story Girl , '' cried Cecily eagerly . `` Now we 'll hear all about Beautiful Alice 's home . '' The Story Girl was bombarded with eager questions as soon as she arrived . Miss Reade 's home was a dream of a place , it appeared . The house was just covered with ivy and there was a most delightful old garden -- `` and , '' added the Story Girl , with the joy of a connoisseur who has found a rare gem , `` the sweetest little story connected with it . And I saw the hero of the story too . '' `` Where was the heroine ? '' queried Cecily . `` She is dead . '' `` Oh , of course she 'd have to die , '' exclaimed Dan in disgust . `` I 'd like a story where somebody lived once in awhile . '' `` I 've told you heaps of stories where people lived , '' retorted the Story Girl . `` If this heroine had n't died there would n't have been any story . She was Miss Reade 's aunt and her name was Una , and I believe she must have been just like Miss Reade herself . Miss Reade told me all about her . When we went into the garden I saw in one corner of it an old stone bench arched over by a couple of pear trees and all grown about with grass and violets . And an old man was sitting on it -- a bent old man with long , snow-white hair and beautiful sad blue eyes . He seemed very lonely and sorrowful and I wondered that Miss Reade did n't speak to him .
But she never let on she saw him and took me away XXXXX another part of the garden .
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