`` She died of a broken heart before the spring , and she and Accadee were buried side by side on the bank of the river which has ever since borne their names -- the river Shubenacadie , '' said the Story Girl . The sharp wind blew around the granary and Cecily shivered . We heard Aunt Janet 's voice calling `` Children , children . '' Shaking off the spell of firs and moonlight and romantic tale , we scrambled to our feet and went homeward . `` I kind of wish I 'd been born an Injun , '' said Dan . `` It must have been a jolly life -- nothing to do but hunt and fight . '' `` It would n't be so nice if they caught you and tortured you at the stake , '' said Felicity . `` No , '' said Dan reluctantly . `` I suppose there 'd be some drawback to everything , even being an Injun . '' `` Is n't it cold ? '' said Cecily , shivering again . `` It will soon be winter . I wish summer could last forever . Felicity likes the winter , and so does the Story Girl , but I do n't . It always seems so long till spring . '' `` Never mind , we 've had a splendid summer , '' I said , slipping my arm about her to comfort some childish sorrow that breathed in her plaintive voice . Truly , we had had a delectable summer ; and , having had it , it was ours forever . `` The gods themselves can not recall their gifts . '' They may rob us of our future and embitter our present , but our past they may not touch . With all its laughter and delight and glamour it is our eternal possession .
Nevertheless , we all felt a little of the sadness XXXXX the waning year .
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