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"
What
a
beautiful
sunset
,
"
said
Diana
.
"
Look
,
Anne
,
it
's
just
like
a
land
in
itself
,
is
n't
it
?
That
long
,
low
back
of
purple
cloud
is
the
shore
,
and
the
clear
sky
further
on
is
like
a
golden
sea
.
"
"
If
we
could
sail
to
it
in
the
moonshine
boat
Paul
wrote
of
in
his
old
composition
--
you
remember
?
--
how
nice
it
would
be
,
"
said
Anne
,
rousing
from
her
reverie
.
"
Do
you
think
we
could
find
all
our
yesterdays
there
,
Diana
--
all
our
old
springs
and
blossoms
?
The
beds
of
flowers
that
Paul
saw
there
are
the
roses
that
have
bloomed
for
us
in
the
past
?
"
"
Do
n't
!
"
said
Diana
.
"
You
make
me
feel
as
if
we
were
old
women
with
everything
in
life
behind
us
.
"
"
I
think
I
've
almost
felt
as
if
we
were
since
I
heard
about
poor
Ruby
,
"
said
Anne
.
"
If
it
is
true
that
she
is
dying
any
other
sad
thing
might
be
true
,
too
.
"
"
You
do
n't
mind
calling
in
at
Elisha
Wright
's
for
a
moment
,
do
you
?
"
asked
Diana
.
"
Mother
asked
me
to
leave
this
little
dish
of
jelly
for
Aunt
Atossa
.
"
"
Who
is
Aunt
Atossa
?
"
"
Oh
,
have
n't
you
heard
?
She
's
Mrs.
Samson
Coates
of
Spencervale
--
Mrs.
Elisha
Wright
's
aunt
.
She
's
father
's
aunt
,
too
.
Her
husband
died
last
winter
and
she
was
left
very
poor
and
lonely
,
so
the
Wrights
took
her
to
live
with
them
.
Mother
thought
we
ought
to
take
her
,
but
father
put
his
foot
down
.
Live
with
Aunt
Atossa
he
would
not
.
"
"
Is
she
so
terrible
?
"
asked
Anne
absently
.
"
You
'll
probably
see
what
she
's
like
before
we
can
get
away
,
"
said
Diana
significantly
.
"
Father
says
she
has
a
face
like
a
hatchet
--
it
cuts
the
air
.
But
her
tongue
is
sharper
still
.
"
