Tannis sat down on the floor outside of the door and wrapped herself up in a shawl Marie Esquint had dropped . In that attitude she looked exactly like a squaw , and all comers and goers , even old Auguste , who was hunting for her , thought she was one , and left her undisturbed . She watched there until dawn came whitely up over the prairies and Jerome Carey died . She knew when it happened by Elinor 's cry . Tannis sprang up and rushed in . She was too late for even a parting look . The girl took Carey 's hand in hers , and turned to the weeping Elinor with a cold dignity . `` Now go , '' she said . `` You had him in life to the very last . He is mine now . '' `` There must be some arrangements made , '' faltered Elinor . `` My father and brother will make all arrangements , as you call them , '' said Tannis steadily . `` He had no near relatives in the world -- none at all in Canada -- he told me so . You may send out a Protestant minister from town , if you like ; but he will be buried here at the Flats and his grave with be mine -- all mine ! Go ! '' KILMENY OF THE ORCHARD CHAPTER I . THE THOUGHTS OF YOUTH The sunshine of a day in early spring , honey pale and honey sweet , was showering over the red brick buildings of Queenslea College and the grounds about them , throwing through the bare , budding maples and elms , delicate , evasive etchings of gold and brown on the paths , and coaxing into life the daffodils that were peering greenly and perkily up under the windows of the co-eds ' dressing-room . A young April wind , as fresh and sweet as if it had been blowing over the fields of memory instead of through dingy streets , was purring in the tree-tops and whipping the loose tendrils of the ivy network which covered the front of the main building . It was a wind that sang of many things , but what it sang to each listener was only what was in that listener 's heart . To the college students who had just been capped and diplomad by `` Old Charlie , '' the grave president of Queenslea , in the presence of an admiring throng of parents and sisters , sweethearts and friends , it sang , perchance , of glad hope and shining success and high achievement .
It sang XXXXX the dreams of youth that may never be quite fulfilled , but are well worth the dreaming for all that .
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