She would sit for hours in her rocking chair with the gray kitten in her lap , looking out of the window with dreamy , unseeing eyes . She talked to herself a good deal , generally about little Joscelyn . Mrs. William told Avonlea folk that Aunty Nan had got terribly childish and always accompanied the remark with a sigh that intimated how much she , Mrs. William , had to contend with . Justice must be done to Mrs. William , however . She was not unkind to Aunty Nan ; on the contrary , she was very kind to her in the letter . Her comfort was scrupulously attended to , and Mrs. William had the grace to utter none of her complaints in the old woman 's hearing . If Aunty Nan felt the absence of the spirit she never murmured at it . 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 XXXXX his throat , and twisted his ragged straw hat about in his big hands .
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