They love the Big Half Moon as well as Claude and I do , and Dick makes a perfectly elegant shipwrecked mariner . But the best of it all is that we have relations now ! The Bride Roses Miss Corona awoke that June morning with a sigh , the cause of which she was at first too sleepy to understand . Then it all came over her with a little sickening rush ; she had fallen asleep with tear-wet lashes the night before on account of it . This was Juliet Gordon 's wedding day , and she , Miss Corona , could not go to the wedding and was not even invited , all because of the Quarrel , a generation old , and so chronic and bitter and terrible that it always presented itself to Miss Corona 's mental vision as spelled with a capital . Well might Miss Corona hate it . It had shut her up into a lonely life for long years . Juliet Gordon and Juliet 's father , Meredith Gordon , were the only relations Miss Corona had in the world , and the old family feud divided them by a gulf which now seemed impassable . Miss Corona turned over on her pillows , lifted one corner of the white window-blind and peeped out . Below her a river of early sunshine was flowing through the garden , and the far-away slopes were translucent green in their splendour of young day , with gauzy , uncertain mists lingering , spiritlike , in their intervales . A bird , his sleek plumage iridescent in the sunlight , was perched on the big chestnut bough that ran squarely across the window , singing as if his heart would burst with melody and the joy of his tiny life . No bride could have wished anything fairer for her day of days , and Miss Corona dropped back on her pillows with another gentle sigh . `` I 'm so glad that the dear child has a fine day to be married , '' she said . Juliet Gordon was always `` dear child '' to Miss Corona , although the two had never spoken to each other in their lives . Miss Corona was a brisk and early riser as a rule , with a genuine horror of lazy people who lay late abed or took over-long to get their eyes well opened , but this morning she made no hurry about rising , even though scurrying footsteps , banging doors , and over-loud tinkling of dishes in the room below betokened that Charlotta was already up and about . And Charlotta , as poor Miss Corona knew only too well , was fatally sure to do something unfortunate if she were not under some careful , overseeing eye . To be sure , Charlotta 's intentions were always good . But Miss Corona was not thinking about Charlotta this morning , and she felt so strong a distaste for her lonely , purposeless life that she was in no haste to go forth to meet another day of it . Miss Corona felt just the least little bit tired of living , although she feared it was very wicked of her to feel so . She lay there listlessly for half an hour longer , looking through a mist of tears at the portrait of her stern old father hanging on the wall at the foot of the bed , and thinking over the Quarrel .
It had happened thirty years ago , when Miss Corona had been a girl XXXXX twenty , living alone with her father at the old Gordon homestead on the hill , with the big black spruce grove behind it on the north and far-reaching slopes of green fields before it on the south .
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