But the aspen poplar leaves are always shaking , even on the very calmest day . And do you know why ? '' And then she told us the old legend that the cross on which the Saviour of the world suffered was made of aspen poplar wood and so never again could its poor , shaken , shivering leaves know rest or peace . There was an aspen in the orchard , the very embodiment of youth and spring in its litheness and symmetry . Its little leaves were hanging tremulously , not yet so fully blown as to hide its development of bough and twig , making poetry against the spiritual tints of a spring sunset . `` It does look sad , '' said Peter , `` but it is a pretty tree , and it was n't its fault . '' `` There 's a heavy dew and it 's time we stopped talking nonsense and went in , '' decreed Felicity . `` If we do n't we 'll all have a cold , and then we 'll be miserable enough , but it wo n't be very exciting . '' `` All the same , I wish something exciting would happen , '' finished the Story Girl , as we walked up through the orchard , peopled with its nun-like shadows . `` There 's a new moon tonight , so may be you 'll get your wish , '' said Peter . `` My Aunt Jane did n't believe there was anything in the moon business , but you never can tell . '' The Story Girl did get her wish . Something happened the very next day . She joined us in the afternoon with a quite indescribable expression on her face , compounded of triumph , anticipation , and regret . Her eyes betrayed that she had been crying , but in them shone a chastened exultation . Whatever the Story Girl mourned over it was evident she was not without hope . `` I have some news to tell you , '' she said importantly . `` Can you guess what it is ? '' We could n't and would n't try . `` Tell us right off , '' implored Felix .
`` You look as if it was XXXXX tremendous . ''
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