I read it to Marilla and she said it was stuff and nonsense . Then I read it to Matthew and he said it was fine . That is the kind of critic I like . It 's a sad , sweet story . I just cried like a child while I was writing it . It 's about two beautiful maidens called Cordelia Montmorency and Geraldine Seymour who lived in the same village and were devotedly attached to each other . Cordelia was a regal brunette with a coronet of midnight hair and duskly flashing eyes . Geraldine was a queenly blonde with hair like spun gold and velvety purple eyes . '' `` I never saw anybody with purple eyes , '' said Diana dubiously . `` Neither did I. I just imagined them . I wanted something out of the common . Geraldine had an alabaster brow too . I 've found out what an alabaster brow is . That is one of the advantages of being thirteen . You know so much more than you did when you were only twelve . '' `` Well , what became of Cordelia and Geraldine ? '' asked Diana , who was beginning to feel rather interested in their fate . `` They grew in beauty side by side until they were sixteen . Then Bertram DeVere came to their native village and fell in love with the fair Geraldine . He saved her life when her horse ran away with her in a carriage , and she fainted in his arms and he carried her home three miles ; because , you understand , the carriage was all smashed up .
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