That evening , as Salome Marsh lay in her bed in a glory of sunset light , her heart filled with unutterable gratitude and happiness , Judith came into the room . She wore her best hat and dress , and she held Lionel Hezekiah by the hand . Lionel Hezekiah 's beaming face was scrubbed clean , and his curls fell in beautiful sleekness over the lace collar of his velvet suit . `` How do you feel now , Salome ? '' asked Judith gently . `` Better . I 've had a lovely sleep . But where are you going , Judith ? '' `` I am going to church , '' said Judith firmly , `` and I am going to take Lionel Hezekiah with me . '' XII . The End of a Quarrel Nancy Rogerson sat down on Louisa Shaw 's front doorstep and looked about her , drawing a long breath of delight that seemed tinged with pain . Everything was very much the same ; the square garden was as charming bodge-podge of fruit and flowers , and goose-berry bushes and tiger lilies , a gnarled old apple tree sticking up here and there , and a thick cherry copse at the foot . Behind was a row of pointed firs , coming out darkly against the swimming pink sunset sky , not looking a day older than they had looked twenty years ago , when Nancy had been a young girl walking and dreaming in their shadows . The old willow to the left was as big and sweeping and , Nancy thought with a little shudder , probably as caterpillary , as ever . Nancy had learned many things in her twenty years of exile from Avonlea , but she had never learned to conquer her dread of caterpillars . `` Nothing is much changed , Louisa , '' she said , propping her chin on her plump white hands , and sniffing at the delectable odour of the bruised mint upon which Louisa was trampling . `` I 'm glad ; I was afraid to come back for fear you would have improved the old garden out of existence , or else into some prim , orderly lawn , which would have been worse . It 's as magnificently untidy as ever , and the fence still wobbles . It CA N'T be the same fence , but it looks exactly like it . No , nothing is much changed .
Thank you , XXXXX . ''
Avonlea CA Louisa Marsh Nancy Rogerson Salome XII evening odour