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THE INGLESIDE CHILDREN 27always called Nan, was very pretty, with velvety nutbrowneyes and silky nut-brown hair. She was a veryblithe and daintylittle maiden Blythe by name andblithe by nature, one of her teachers had said. Hercomplexion was quite faultless, much to her mother'ssatisfaction."I'm so gladI have one daughter who can wearpink," Mrs. Blythe was wont to say jubilantly.Diana Blythe, known as Di, was very like hermother, with gray-green eyes that always shone witha peculiar lustre and brilliancy in the dusk, and redhair. Perhaps this was why she was her father'sfavourite. She and Walter were especial chums; Diwas the onlyverses he wrote himselfone to whom he would ever read thethe only one who knew thathe was secretly hard at work on an epic, strikinglyresembling "Marmion" in some things,She kept all his secrets, even from Nan, and told himall hers.if not in others."Won't you soon have those fish ready, Jem ?" saidNan, sniffing with her dainty nose. "The smell makesme awfully hungry.""They're nearly ready," said Jem, giving one a dexterousturn. "Get out the bread and the plates, girls.Walter, wake up.""How the air shines to-night," said Walter dreamily.Not that he despised fried trout either, by any means ;took firstbut with Walter food for the soul alwaysplace. "The flower angel has been walking over the