Then , as often aforetime , we gathered together in the cheer of the red hearth-flame , while outside the wind of a winter twilight sang through fair white valleys brimmed with a reddening sunset , and a faint , serene , silver-cold star glimmered over the willow at the gate . `` Well , '' said Felicity , drawing a relieved breath , `` I 'm glad she 's gone . She certainly is queer , just as mother said . '' `` It 's a different kind of queerness from what I expected , though , '' said the Story Girl meditatively . `` There 's something I ca n't quite make out about Aunt Eliza . I do n't think I altogether like her . '' `` I 'm precious sure I do n't , '' said Dan . `` Oh , well , never mind . She 's gone now and that 's the last of it , '' said Cecily comfortingly . But it was n't the last of it -- not by any manner of means was it ! When our grown-ups returned almost the first words Aunt Janet said were , `` And so you had the Governor 's wife to tea ? '' We all stared at her . `` I do n't know what you mean , '' said Felicity . `` We had nobody to tea except Great-aunt Eliza . She came this afternoon and -- '' `` Great-aunt Eliza ? Nonsense , '' said Aunt Janet . `` Aunt Eliza was in town today . She had tea with us at Aunt Louisa 's . But was n't Mrs. Governor Lesley here ? We met her on her way back to Charlottetown and she told us she was .
She XXXXX she was visiting a friend in Carlisle and thought she 'd call to see father for old acquaintance sake .
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