And to think she is living so near me , the darling -- just up the lane and over the hill . I can see her go by every day -- I can have that dear pleasure , at least . But oh , if I could only do something for her -- give her some little pleasure ! It would be such a delight . '' When the Old Lady happened to go into her spare room that evening , she saw from it a light shining through a gap in the trees on the hill . She knew that it shone from the Spencers ' spare room . So it was Sylvia 's light . The Old Lady stood in the darkness and watched it until it went out -- watched it with a great sweetness breathing in her heart , such as risen from old rose-leaves when they are stirred . She fancied Sylvia moving about her room , brushing and braiding her long , glistening hair -- laying aside her little trinkets and girlish adornments -- making her simple preparations for sleep . When the light went out the Old Lady pictured a slight white figure kneeling by the window in the soft starshine , and the Old Lady knelt down then and there and said her own prayers in fellowship . She said the simple form of words she had always used ; but a new spirit seemed to inspire them ; and she finished with a new petition -- `` Let me think of something I can do for her , dear Father -- some little , little thing that I can do for her . '' The Old Lady had slept in the same room all her life -- the one looking north into the spruces -- and loved it ; but the next day she moved into the spare room without a regret . It was to be her room after this ; she must be where she could see Sylvia 's light , she put the bed where she could lie in it and look at that earth star which had suddenly shone across the twilight shadows of her heart . She felt very happy , she had not felt happy for many years ; but now a strange , new , dream-like interest , remote from the harsh realities of her existence , but none the less comforting and alluring , had entered into her life . Besides , she had thought of something she could do for Sylvia -- `` a little , little thing '' that might give her pleasure . Spencervale people were wont to say regretfully that there were no Mayflowers in Spencervale ; the Spencervale young fry , when they wanted Mayflowers , thought they had to go over to the barrens at Avonlea , six miles away , for them . Old Lady Lloyd knew better . In her many long , solitary rambles , she had discovered a little clearing far back in the woods -- a southward-sloping , sandy hill on a tract of woodland belonging to a man who lived in town -- which in spring was starred over with the pink and white of arbutus . To this clearing the Old Lady betook herself that afternoon , walking through wood lanes and under dim spruce arches like a woman with a glad purpose . All at once the spring was dear and beautiful to her once more ; for love had entered again into her heart , and her starved soul was feasting on its divine nourishment .
Old Lady Lloyd found a wealth of XXXXX on the sandy hill .
Avonlea Mayflowers Spencers adornments afternoon day evening rose-leaves southward-sloping twilight