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She recalled it all tenderly -- the peace and beauty and love of that olden summer , and sweet Aunty Nan , so very wise in the lore of all things simple and good and true . For the moment Joscelyn Burnett was a lonely , hungry-hearted little girl again , seeking for love and finding it not , until Aunty Nan had taken her into her great mother-heart and taught her its meaning . `` Oh , I do n't know , '' she said perplexedly . `` If you had come sooner -- I leave on the 11:30 train tonight . I MUST leave by then or I shall not reach Montreal in time to fill a very important engagement . And yet I must see Aunty Nan , too . I have been careless and neglectful .