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　still　in

authority；　would　crane　her　skinny　neck　to　see　who　it　was。

〃Oh；　it's　you；　is　it？〃　she　said。　〃I　thought　we　should　be

seein'　you。　My　word；　that's　a　bobby…dazzlin'　posy　you've

brought！〃

It　was　curious　how　Tilly　preserved　the　spirit　of　Tom

Brangwen；　who　was　dead；　in　the　Marsh。　Ursula　always　connected

her　with　her　grandfather。

This　day　the　child　had　brought　a　tight　little　nosegay　of

pinks；　white　ones；　with　a　rim　of　pink　ones。　She　was　very　proud

of　it；　and　very　shy　because　of　her　pride。

〃Your　gran'mother's　in　her　bed。　Wipe　your　shoes　well　if

you're　goin'　up；　and　don't　go　burstin'　in　on　her　like　a

skyrocket。　My　word；　but　that's　a　fine　posy！　Did　you　do　it　all　by

yourself；　an'　all？〃

Tilly　stealthily　ushered　her　into　the　bedroom。　The　child

entered　with　a　strange；　dragging　hesitation　characteristic　of

her　when　she　was　moved。　Her　grandmother　was　sitting　up　in　bed；

wearing　a　little　grey　woollen　jacket。

The　child　hesitated　in　silence　near　the　bed；　clutching　the

nosegay　in　front　of　her。　Her　childish　eyes　were　shining。　The

grandmother's　grey　eyes　shone　with　a　similar　light。

〃How　pretty！〃　she　said。　〃How　pretty　you　have　made　them！　What

a　darling　little　bunch。〃

Ursula；　glowing；　thrust　them　into　her　grandmother's　hand；

saying；　〃I　made　them　you。〃

〃That　is　how　the　peasants　tied　them　at　home；〃　said　the

grandmother；　pushing　the　pinks　with　her　fingers；　and　smelling

them。　〃Just　such　tight　little　bunches！　And　they　make　wreaths　for

their　hair……they　weave　the　stalks。　Then　they　go　round　with

wreaths　in　their　hair；　and　wearing　their　best　aprons。〃

Ursula　immediately　imagined　hers