unmistakable prescience that it was to be her last
summer at the Gull Point Farm. But that was only the more reason why
she should go to hear little Joscelyn sing; she would never have another
chance. And oh, to hear little Joscelyn sing just once--Joscelyn, whose
voice was delighting thousands out in the big world, just as in the
years gone by it had delighted Aunty Nan and the dwellers at the Gull
Point Farm for a whole golden summer with carols at dawn and dusk about
the old place!

"Oh, I know I'm not very strong, Maria." said Aunty Nan pleadingly, "but
I am strong enough for that. Indeed I am. I could stay at Kensington
over night with George's folks, you know, and so it wouldn't tire
me much. I do so want to hear Joscelyn sing. Oh, how I love little
Joscelyn."

"It passes my understanding, the way you hanker after that child," cried
Mrs. William impatiently. "Why, she was a perfect stranger to you when
she came here, and she was here only one summer!"

"But oh, such a summer!" said Aunty Nan softly. "We all loved little
Joscelyn. She just seemed like one of our own. She was one of God's
children, carrying love with them everywhere. In some ways that little
Anne Shirley the Cuthberts have got up there at Green Gables reminds
me of her, though in other ways they're not a bit alike. Joscelyn was a
beauty."

"Well, that Shirley snippet certainly isn't that," said Mrs. William
sarcastically. "And if Joscelyn's tongue was one third as long as Anne
Shirley's the wonder to me is that she didn't talk you all to death out
of hand."

"Little Joscelyn wasn't much of a talker," said Aunty Nan dreamily. "She
was kind of a quiet child. But you remember what she did say. And I've
never forgotten little Joscelyn."

Mrs. William shrugged her plump, shapely shoulders.

"Well, it was fifteen years ago, Aunty Nan, and Joscelyn can't be very
'little' now. She is a famous woman, and she has forgotten all about
you, you can be sure of that."

"Joscelyn wasn't the kind that forgets," said Aunty Nan loyally. "And,
anyway, the point is, _I_ haven't forgotten HER. Oh, Maria, I've longed
for years and years just to hear her sing once more. It seems as if I
MUST hear my little Joscelyn sing once again before I die. I've never
had the chance before and I never will have it again. Do please ask
William to take me to Kensington."

"Dear me, Aunty Nan, this is really childish," said Mrs. William,
whisking her bowlful of berries into th