It was very small , and there was nothing in it but a big cardboard box . The box was tied up and the knots sealed with wax . We lifted it out and untied it . I touched Diana 's fingers as we did it , and both of us exclaimed at once , `` How cold your hand is ! '' In the box was a quaint , pretty , old-fashioned gown , not at all faded , made of blue muslin , with a little darker blue flower in it . Under it we found a sash , a yellowed feather fan , and an envelope full of withered flowers . At the bottom of the box was a little brown book . It was small and thin , like a girl 's exercise book , with leaves that had once been blue and pink , but were now quite faded , and stained in places . On the fly leaf was written , in a very delicate hand , `` Emily Margaret Leith , '' and the same writing covered the first few pages of the book . The rest were not written on at all . We sat there on the floor , Diana and I , and read the little book together , while the rain thudded against the window panes . June 19 , 18 -- I came to-day to spend a while with Aunt Margaret in Charlottetown . It is so pretty here , where she lives -- and ever so much nicer than on the farm at home . I have no cows to milk here or pigs to feed . Aunt Margaret has given me such a lovely blue muslin dress , and I am to have it made to wear at a garden party out at Brighton next week . I never had a muslin dress before -- nothing but ugly prints and dark woolens . I wish we were rich , like Aunt Margaret . Aunt Margaret laughed when I said this , and declared she would give all her wealth for my youth and beauty and light-heartedness . I am only eighteen and I know I am very merry but I wonder if I am really pretty . It seems to me that I am when I look in Aunt Margaret 's beautiful mirrors .
They make me look very different from the old cracked one XXXXX my room at home which always twisted my face and turned me green .
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