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 Mayflowers and gave an exclamation of delight . Then she saw her name and her expression changed to wonder . The Old Lady , peering through the boughs , could have laughed for very pleasure over the success of her little plot . `` For me ! '' said Sylvia , lifting the flowers . `` CAN they really be for me , Mattie ? Who could have left them here ? '' Mattie giggled . `` I believe it was Chris Stewart , '' she said . `` I know he was over at Avonlea last night . And ma says he 's taken a notion to you -- she knows by the way he looked at you when you were singing night before last . It would be just like him to do something queer like this -- he 's such a shy fellow with the girls . ''
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Gray Lady Mattie Mayflowers Spencer Spencervale Stewart Sylvia before night