Nancy shook her head . `` No , that would n't suit me either . I do n't want to be married . Do you remember that story Anne Shirley used to tell long ago of the pupil who wanted to be a widow because ` if you were married your husband bossed you and if you were n't married people called you an old maid ? ' Well , that is precisely my opinion . I 'd like to be a widow . Then I 'd have the freedom of the unmarried , with the kudos of the married . I could eat my cake and have it , too . Oh , to be a widow ! '' `` Nancy ! '' said Louisa in a shocked tone . Nancy laughed , a mellow gurgle that rippled through the garden like a brook . `` Oh , Louisa , I can shock you yet . That was just how you used to say ` Nancy ' long ago , as if I 'd broken all the commandments at once . '' `` You do say such queer things , '' protested Louisa , `` and half the time I do n't know what you mean . '' `` Bless you , dear coz , half the time I do n't myself . Perhaps the joy of coming back to the old spot has slightly turned my brain , I 've found my lost girlhood here . I 'm NOT thirty-eight in this garden -- it is a flat impossibility . I 'm sweet eighteen , with a waist line two inches smaller . Look , the sun is just setting .
I see he has still his old trick XXXXX throwing his last beams over the Wright farmhouse .
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