`` Oh , you 've seen it in the graveyard . She is buried down there in the poplar corner . You know the little brown stone with the opening gates carved on it and ` Sacred to the memory of Hester Gray , aged twenty-two . ' Jordan Gray is buried right beside her but there 's no stone to him . It 's a wonder Marilla never told you about it , Anne . To be sure , it happened thirty years ago and everybody has forgotten . '' `` Well , if there 's a story we must have it , '' said Anne . `` Let 's sit right down here among the narcissi and Diana will tell it . Why , girls , there are hundreds of them ... they 've spread over everything . It looks as if the garden were carpeted with moonshine and sunshine combined . This is a discovery worth making . To think that I 've lived within a mile of this place for six years and have never seen it before ! Now , Diana . '' `` Long ago , '' began Diana , `` this farm belonged to old Mr. David Gray . He did n't live on it ... he lived where Silas Sloane lives now . He had one son , Jordan , and he went up to Boston one winter to work and while he was there he fell in love with a girl named Hester Murray . She was working in a store and she hated it . She 'd been brought up in the country and she always wanted to get back . When Jordan asked her to marry him she said she would if he 'd take her away to some quiet spot where she 'd see nothing but fields and trees . So he brought her to Avonlea .
Mrs. Lynde said he was taking a fearful risk in marrying a Yankee , and it 's certain that Hester was very delicate and a very poor housekeeper ; but mother says she was very pretty and sweet and Jordan just worshipped the ground she walked XXXXX .
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