There was nothing left to do save count the hours until that beautiful , longed-for day after to-morrow . He gave himself over to a reverie , as sweet as a day-dream in a haunted valley . The red roses were out in bloom . Sara had always loved those red roses -- they were as vivid as herself , with all her own fullness of life and joy of living . And , besides these , a miracle had happened in Old Man Shaw 's garden . In one corner was a rose-bush which had never bloomed , despite all the coaxing they had given it -- `` the sulky rose-bush , '' Sara had been wont to call it . Lo ! this summer had flung the hoarded sweetness of years into plentiful white blossoms , like shallow ivory cups with a haunting , spicy fragrance . It was in honour of Sara 's home-coming -- so Old Man Shaw liked to fancy . All things , even the sulky rose-bush , knew she was coming back , and were making glad because of it . He was gloating over Sara 's letter when Mrs. Peter Blewett came . She told him she had run up to see how he was getting on , and if he wanted anything seen to before Sara came . `` No 'm , thank you , ma'am . Everything is attended to . I could n't let anyone else prepare for Blossom . Only to think , ma'am , she 'll be home the day after to-morrow . I 'm just filled clear through , body , soul , and spirit , with joy to think of having my little Blossom at home again . '' Mrs. Blewett smiled sourly . When Mrs. Blewett smiled it foretokened trouble , and wise people had learned to have sudden business elsewhere before the smile could be translated into words . But Old Man Shaw had never learned to be wise where Mrs. Blewett was concerned , although she had been his nearest neighbour for years , and had pestered his life out with advice and `` neighbourly turns . ''
Mrs. Blewett was one XXXXX whom life had gone awry .
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