One day , when the Avonlea slopes were golden-hued with the ripened harvest , Aunty Nan did not get up . She complained of nothing but great weariness . Mrs. William remarked to her husband that if SHE lay in bed every day she felt tired , there would n't be much done at Gull Point Farm . But she prepared an excellent breakfast and carried it patiently up to Aunty Nan , who ate little of it . After dinner Jordan crept up by way of the back stairs to see her . Aunty Nan was lying with her eyes fixed on the pale pink climbing roses that nodded about the window . When she saw Jordan she smiled . `` Them roses put me so much in mind of little Joscelyn , '' she said softly . `` She loved them so . If I could only see her ! Oh , Jordan , if I could only see her ! Maria says it 's terrible childish to be always harping on that string , and mebbe it is . But -- oh , Jordan , there 's such a hunger in my heart for her , such a hunger ! '' Jordan felt a queer sensation in his throat , and twisted his ragged straw hat about in his big hands . Just then a vague idea which had hovered in his brain all day crystallized into decision . But all he said was : `` I hope you 'll feel better soon , Aunty Nan . '' `` Oh , yes , Jordan dear , I 'll be better soon , '' said Aunty Nan with her own sweet smile . '' ` The inhabitant shall not say I am sick , ' you know . But if I could only see little Joscelyn first ! '' Jordan went out and hurried down-stairs .
Billy Morrison was in the stable , when XXXXX stuck his head over the half-door .
Farm Jordan Joscelyn Maria Nan William day down-stairs first inhabitant