`` Paul Irving ? '' There was a subtle change in Miss Lavendar 's voice . `` Who is he ? I did n't think there was anybody of that name in Avonlea . '' Anne felt vexed at her own heedlessness . She had forgotten about Miss Lavendar 's old romance when Paul 's name slipped out . `` He is a little pupil of mine , '' she explained slowly . `` He came from Boston last year to live with his grandmother , Mrs. Irving of the shore road . '' `` Is he Stephen Irving 's son ? '' Miss Lavendar asked , bending over her namesake border so that her face was hidden . `` Yes . '' `` I 'm going to give you girls a bunch of lavendar apiece , '' said Miss Lavendar brightly , as if she had not heard the answer to her question . `` It 's very sweet , do n't you think ? Mother always loved it . She planted these borders long ago . Father named me Lavendar because he was so fond of it . The very first time he saw mother was when he visited her home in East Grafton with her brother . He fell in love with her at first sight ; and they put him in the spare room bed to sleep and the sheets were scented with lavendar and he lay awake all night and thought of her . He always loved the scent of lavendar after that ... and that was why he gave me the name . Do n't forget to come back soon , girls dear .
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