You only imagined you did . And he was not worthy of you . You are so good , dear ; those shore people just worship you . Elliott says you can do anything you like with them . '' Frances laughed and said she was not at all good . Yet she was pleased . Later on , when she was brushing her hair before the mirror and smiling absently at her reflection , Corona said : `` Frances , what is it like to be as pretty as you are ? '' `` Nonsense ! '' said Frances by way of answer . `` It is not nonsense at all . You must know you are very lovely , Frances . Elliott says you are the most beautiful girl he has ever seen . '' For a girl who has told herself a dozen times that she would never care again for masculine admiration , Frances experienced a very odd thrill of delight on hearing that the minister of Windy Meadows thought her beautiful . She knew he admired her intellect and had immense respect for what he called her `` genius for influencing people , '' but she had really believed all along that , if Elliott Sherwood had been asked , he could not have told whether she was a whit better looking than Kitty Martin of the Cove , who taught a class in Sunday school and had round rosy cheeks and a snub nose . The summer went very quickly . One day Jacky Hart died -- drifted out with the ebb tide , holding Frances 's hand . She had loved the patient , sweet-souled little creature and missed him greatly . When the time to go home came Frances felt dull . She hated to leave Windy Meadows and Corona and her dear shore people and Aunt Eleanor and -- and -- well , Margaret Ann Peabody . Elliott Sherwood came up the night before she went away .
When Margaret Ann showed him reverentially in , Frances was sitting XXXXX a halo of sunset light , and the pale , golden chrysanthemums in her hair shone like stars in the blue-black coils .
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