She had recovered her calmness of mind , but she made no reference to Peter . When we reached our lane and passed under Grandfather King 's big willow the fragrance of the orchard struck us in the face like a wave . We could see the long rows of trees , a white gladness in the moonshine . It seemed to us that there was in the orchard something different from other orchards that we had known . We were too young to analyze the vague sensation . In later years we were to understand that it was because the orchard blossomed not only apple blossoms but all the love , faith , joy , pure happiness and pure sorrow of those who had made it and walked there . `` The orchard does n't seem the same place by moonlight at all , '' said the Story Girl dreamily . `` It 's lovely , but it 's different . When I was very small I used to believe the fairies danced in it on moonlight nights . I would like to believe it now but I ca n't . '' `` Why not ? '' `` Oh , it 's so hard to believe things you know are not true . It was Uncle Edward who told me there were no such things as fairies . I was just seven . He is a minister , so of course I knew he spoke the truth . It was his duty to tell me , and I do not blame him , but I have never felt quite the same to Uncle Edward since . '' Ah , do we ever `` feel quite the same '' towards people who destroy our illusions ? Shall I ever be able to forgive the brutal creature who first told me there was no such person as Santa Claus ? He was a boy , three years older than myself ; and he may now , for aught I know , be a most useful and respectable member of society , beloved by his kind . But I know what he must ever seem to me !
We waited at Uncle Alec 's door XXXXX the others to come up .
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