`` I wish I could take your perfume -- the soul of you -- and pour it into her life , '' said the Old Lady aloud to that wind . Sylvia Gray was standing in her room , ready for the party . Before her stood Mrs. Spencer and Amelia Spencer and all the little Spencer girls , in an admiring semi-circle . There was another spectator . Outside , under the lilac bush , Old Lady Lloyd was standing . She could see Sylvia plainly , in her dainty dress , with the pale pink roses Old Lady Lloyd had left at the beech that day for her in her hair . Pink as they were , they were not so pink as her cheeks , and her eyes shone like stars . Amelia Spencer put up her hand to push back a rose that had fallen a little out of place , and the Old Lady envied her fiercely . `` That dress could n't have fitted better if it had been made for you , '' said Mrs. Spencer admiringly . `` Ai n't she lovely , Amelia ? Who COULD have sent it ? '' `` Oh , I feel sure that Mrs. Moore was the fairy godmother , '' said Sylvia . `` There is nobody else who would . It was dear of her -- she knew I wished so much to go to the party with Janet . I wish Aunty could see me now . '' Sylvia gave a little sigh in spite of her joy . `` There 's nobody else to care very much . '' Ah , Sylvia , you were wrong ! There was somebody else -- somebody who cared very much -- an Old Lady , with eager , devouring eyes , who was standing under the lilac bush and who presently stole away through the moonlit orchard to the woods like a shadow , going home with a vision of you in your girlish beauty to companion her through the watches of that summer night . IV .
The August Chapter One day the minister 's wife rushed in where Spencervale people had feared to tread , went boldly to Old Lady Lloyd , and asked her if she would n't come XXXXX their Sewing Circle , which met fortnightly on Saturday afternoons .
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