And sing ! My land ! But could n't she sing ! Always singing , every hour of the day that voice was ringing round the old place . I used to hold my breath to hear it . She always said that she meant to be a famous singer some day , and I never doubted it a mite . It was born in her . Sunday evening she used to sing hymns for us . Oh , Jordan , it makes my old heart young again to remember it . A sweet child she was , my little Joscelyn ! She used to write me for three or four years after she went away , but I have n't heard a word from her for long and long . I daresay she has forgotten me , as Maria says . ` Twould n't be any wonder . But I have n't forgotten her , and oh , I want to see and hear her terrible much . She is to sing at the Old Timers ' concert to-morrow night at Kensington . The folks who are getting the concert up are friends of hers , or , of course , she 'd never have come to a little country village . Only sixteen miles away -- and I ca n't go . '' Jordan could n't think of anything to say . He reflected savagely that if he had a horse of his own he would take Aunty Nan to Kensington , Mrs. William or no Mrs. William . Though , to be sure , it WAS a long drive for her ; and she was looking very frail this summer .
`` Ai n't going XXXXX last long , '' muttered Jordan , making his escape by the porch door as Mrs. William puffed in by the other .
Jordan after as day for from in of that to