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The Story Girl by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery
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of waiting. The, for the first time, the orchard heard the sound
of weeping and was consecrated by a sorrow.

"When the blossoms come out it's wonderful to walk here," said
the Story Girl. "It's like a dream of fairyland--as if you were
walking in a king's palace. The apples are delicious, and in
winter it's a splendid place for coasting."

From the Walk we went to the Pulpit Stone--a huge gray boulder,
as high as a man's head, in the southeastern corner. It was
straight and smooth in front, but sloped down in natural steps
behind, with a ledge midway on which one could stand. It had
played an important part in the games of our uncles and aunts,
being fortified castle, Indian ambush, throne, pulpit, or concert
platform, as occasion required. Uncle Edward had preached his
first sermon at the age of eight from that old gray boulder; and
Aunt Julia, whose voice was to delight thousands, sang her
earliest madrigals there.

The Story Girl mounted to the ledge, sat on the rim, and looked
at us. Pat sat gravely at its base and daintily washed his face
with his black paws.

"Now for your stories about the orchard," said I.

"There are two important ones," said the Story Girl. "The story
of the Poet Who Was Kissed, and the Tale of the Family Ghost.
Which one shall I tell?"

"Tell them both," said Felix greedily, "but tell the ghost one
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