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 Mayflowers on the sandy hill . She filled her basket with them , gloating over the loveliness which was to give pleasure to Sylvia . When she got home she wrote on a slip of paper , `` For Sylvia . '' It was not likely anyone in Spencervale would know her handwriting , but , to make sure , she disguised it , writing in round , big letters like a child 's . She carried her Mayflowers down to the hollow and heaped them in a recess between the big roots of the old beech , with the little note thrust through a stem on top . Then the Old Lady deliberately hid behind the spruce clump . She had put on her dark green silk on purpose for hiding . She had not long to wait . Soon Sylvia Gray came down the hill with Mattie Spencer .
When she reached the bridge she saw the XXXXX and gave an exclamation of delight .
Avonlea Gray Lady Lloyd Mayflowers Spencer southward-sloping starshine twilight years