The silver fluting of the frogs came from marshes and ponds , over fields where seeds were beginning to stir with life and thrill to the sunshine and rain that had drifted over them . The air was fragrant with the wild , sweet , wholesome smell of young raspberry copses . White mists were hovering in the silent hollows and violet stars were shining bluely on the brooklands . `` What a beautiful sunset , '' said Diana . `` Look , Anne , it 's just like a land in itself , is n't it ? That long , low back of purple cloud is the shore , and the clear sky further on is like a golden sea . '' `` If we could sail to it in the moonshine boat Paul wrote of in his old composition -- you remember ? -- how nice it would be , '' said Anne , rousing from her reverie . `` Do you think we could find all our yesterdays there , Diana -- all our old springs and blossoms ? The beds of flowers that Paul saw there are the roses that have bloomed for us in the past ? '' `` Do n't ! '' said Diana . `` You make me feel as if we were old women with everything in life behind us . '' `` I think I 've almost felt as if we were since I heard about poor Ruby , '' said Anne . `` If it is true that she is dying any other sad thing might be true , too . '' `` You do n't mind calling in at Elisha Wright 's for a moment , do you ? '' asked Diana . `` Mother asked me to leave this little dish of jelly for Aunt Atossa . '' `` Who is Aunt Atossa ? '' `` Oh , have n't you heard ?
She 's Mrs. Samson Coates XXXXX Spencervale -- Mrs. Elisha Wright 's aunt .
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