`` It must be Hester Gray 's garden , '' said Diana . `` I 've heard mother speak of it but I never saw it before , and I would n't have supposed that it could be in existence still . You 've heard the story , Anne ? '' `` No , but the name seems familiar to me . '' `` 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 .
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