big old Snow Queen outside of my window. Diana was excited, and,
I really believe, a little bit frightened.

We opened the old trunk. It was very small, and there was
nothing in it but a big cardboard box. The box was tied up and
the knots sealed with wax. We lifted it out and untied it. I
touched Diana's fingers as we did it, and both of us exclaimed at
once, "How cold your hand is!"

In the box was a quaint, pretty, old-fashioned gown, not at all
faded, made of blue muslin, with a little darker blue flower in
it. Under it we found a sash, a yellowed feather fan, and an
envelope full of withered flowers. At the bottom of the box was
a little brown book.

It was small and thin, like a girl's exercise book, with leaves
that had once been blue and pink, but were now quite faded, and
stained in places. On the fly leaf was written, in a very
delicate hand, "Emily Margaret Leith," and the same writing
covered the first few pages of the book. The rest were not
written on at all. We sat there on the floor, Diana and I, and
read the little book together, while the rain thudded against the
window panes.

June 19, 18--

I came to-day to spend a while with Aunt Margaret in
Charlottetown. It is so pretty here, where she lives--and
ever so much nicer than on the farm at home. I have no cows
to milk here or pigs to feed. Aunt Margaret has given me