Walter , wake up . '' `` How the air shines to-night , '' said Walter dreamily . Not that he despised fried trout either , by any means ; but with Walter food for the soul always took first place . `` The flower angel has been walking over the world to-day , calling to the flowers . I can see his blue wings on that hill by the woods . '' `` Any angels ' wings I ever saw were white , '' said Nan . `` The flower angel 's are n't . They are a pale misty blue , just like the haze in the valley . Oh , how I wish I could fly . It must be glorious . '' `` One does fly in dreams sometimes , '' said Di . `` I never dream that I 'm flying exactly , '' said Walter . `` But I often dream that I just rise up from the ground and float over the fences and the trees . It 's delightful -- and I always think , ` This IS N'T a dream like it 's always been before . THIS is real ' -- and then I wake up after all , and it 's heart-breaking . '' `` Hurry up , Nan , '' ordered Jem . Nan had produced the banquet-board -- a board literally as well as figuratively -- from which many a feast , seasoned as no viands were elsewhere , had been eaten in Rainbow Valley . It was converted into a table by propping it on two large , mossy stones . Newspapers served as tablecloth , and broken plates and handleless cups from Susan 's discard furnished the dishes . From a tin box secreted at the root of a spruce tree Nan brought forth bread and salt .
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