There was nothing of that in Miss Avery 's face now -- nothing but sweetness and tenderness , and a motherly yearning to which every fibre of Jims ' small being responded . How they loved each other , those two ! And how they understood each other ! To love is easy , and therefore common ; but to understand -- how rare that is ! And oh ! such good times as they had ! They made taffy . Jims had always longed to make taffy , but Aunt Augusta 's immaculate kitchen and saucepans might not be so desecrated . They read fairy tales together . Mr. Burroughs had disapproved of fairy tales . They blew soap-bubbles out on the lawn and let them float away over the garden and the orchard like fairy balloons . They had glorious afternoon teas under the beech tree . They made ice cream themselves . Jims even slid down the bannisters when he wanted to . And he could try out a slang word or two occasionally without anybody dying of horror . Miss Avery did not seem to mind it a bit . At first Miss Avery always wore dark sombre dresses . But one day Jims found her in a pretty gown of pale primrose silk . It was very old and old-fashioned , but Jims did not know that . He capered round her in delight .
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