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Tonight, I will be reading a short story by Lucy Maud Montgomery.

The Garden of Spices.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

Jim's tried the door of the blue room.

Yes, it was locked.

He had hoped Aunt Augusta might have forgotten to lock it,

but when did Aunt Augusta forget anything?

Except perhaps that little boys were not grown-ups,

and that was something she never remembered.

To be sure, she was only a half-aunt.

Whole aunts probably had more convenient memories.

Jim's turned and stood with his back against the door.

It was better that way.

He could not imagine things behind him then,

and the blue room was so big and dim that a dreadful number of things could be imagined in it.

All the windows were shuttered with one, and that one was so darkened by a big pine tree

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