`` It passes my understanding , the way you hanker after that child , '' cried Mrs. William impatiently . `` Why , she was a perfect stranger to you when she came here , and she was here only one summer ! '' `` But oh , such a summer ! '' said Aunty Nan softly . `` We all loved little Joscelyn . She just seemed like one of our own . She was one of God 's children , carrying love with them everywhere . In some ways that little Anne Shirley the Cuthberts have got up there at Green Gables reminds me of her , though in other ways they 're not a bit alike . Joscelyn was a beauty . '' `` Well , that Shirley snippet certainly is n't that , '' said Mrs. William sarcastically . `` And if Joscelyn 's tongue was one third as long as Anne Shirley 's the wonder to me is that she did n't talk you all to death out of hand . '' `` Little Joscelyn was n't much of a talker , '' said Aunty Nan dreamily . `` She was kind of a quiet child . But you remember what she did say . And I 've never forgotten little Joscelyn . '' Mrs. William shrugged her plump , shapely shoulders . `` Well , it was fifteen years ago , Aunty Nan , and Joscelyn ca n't be very ` little ' now . She is a famous woman , and she has forgotten all about you , you can be sure of that . '' `` Joscelyn was n't the kind that forgets , '' said Aunty Nan loyally . `` And , anyway , the point is , I have n't forgotten HER .
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