`` How do you feel now , Salome ? '' asked Judith gently . `` Better . I 've had a lovely sleep . But where are you going , Judith ? '' `` I am going to church , '' said Judith firmly , `` and I am going to take Lionel Hezekiah with me . '' XII . The End of a Quarrel Nancy Rogerson sat down on Louisa Shaw 's front doorstep and looked about her , drawing a long breath of delight that seemed tinged with pain . Everything was very much the same ; the square garden was as charming bodge-podge of fruit and flowers , and goose-berry bushes and tiger lilies , a gnarled old apple tree sticking up here and there , and a thick cherry copse at the foot . Behind was a row of pointed firs , coming out darkly against the swimming pink sunset sky , not looking a day older than they had looked twenty years ago , when Nancy had been a young girl walking and dreaming in their shadows . The old willow to the left was as big and sweeping and , Nancy thought with a little shudder , probably as caterpillary , as ever . Nancy had learned many things in her twenty years of exile from Avonlea , but she had never learned to conquer her dread of caterpillars . `` Nothing is much changed , Louisa , '' she said , propping her chin on her plump white hands , and sniffing at the delectable odour of the bruised mint upon which Louisa was trampling . `` I 'm glad ; I was afraid to come back for fear you would have improved the old garden out of existence , or else into some prim , orderly lawn , which would have been worse . It 's as magnificently untidy as ever , and the fence still wobbles . It CA N'T be the same fence , but it looks exactly like it . No , nothing is much changed . Thank you , Louisa . '' Louisa had not the faintest idea what Nancy was thanking her for , but then she had never been able to fathom Nancy , much as she had always liked her in the old girlhood days that now seemed much further away to Louisa than they did to Nancy . Louisa was separated from them by the fulness of wifehood and motherhood , while Nancy looked back only over the narrow gap that empty years make .
`` You have n't changed much yourself , Nancy , '' she said , looking admiringly XXXXX Nancy 's trim figure , in the nurse 's uniform she had donned to show Louisa what it was like , her firm , pink-and-white face and the the glossy waves of her golden brown hair .
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