To this clearing the Old Lady betook herself that afternoon , walking through wood lanes and under dim spruce arches like a woman with a glad purpose . All at once the spring was dear and beautiful to her once more ; for love had entered again into her heart , and her starved soul was feasting on its divine nourishment . Old Lady Lloyd found a wealth of Mayflowers on the sandy hill . She filled her basket with them , gloating over the loveliness which was to give pleasure to Sylvia . When she got home she wrote on a slip of paper , `` For Sylvia . '' It was not likely anyone in Spencervale would know her handwriting , but , to make sure , she disguised it , writing in round , big letters like a child 's . She carried her Mayflowers down to the hollow and heaped them in a recess between the big roots of the old beech , with the little note thrust through a stem on top . Then the Old Lady deliberately hid behind the spruce clump . She had put on her dark green silk on purpose for hiding . She had not long to wait . Soon Sylvia Gray came down the hill with Mattie Spencer . When she reached the bridge she saw the Mayflowers and gave an exclamation of delight . Then she saw her name and her expression changed to wonder . The Old Lady , peering through the boughs , could have laughed for very pleasure over the success of her little plot . `` For me ! '' said Sylvia , lifting the flowers . `` CAN they really be for me , Mattie ? Who could have left them here ? '' Mattie giggled . `` I believe it was Chris Stewart , '' she said .
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