Hair, hat, and dress were satisfactory--nothing there for Miss Irene to make fun of.

Rilla remembered how clever and amusing she used to think Irene's biting little comments about other girls.

Well, it had come home to her now.
Presently, Irene skimmed down, elegantly gowned, with her pale, straw-coloured hair done in the latest and most extreme fashion, and an over-luscious atmosphere of perfume enveloping her.
"Why how do you do, Miss Blythe ?" she said sweetly.

"This is a very unexpected pleasure." Rilla had risen to take Irene's chilly finger-tips and now, as she sat down again, she saw something that temporarily stunned her.

Irene saw it too, as she sat down, and a little amused, impertinent smile appeared on her lips and hovered there during the rest of the interview.
On one of Rilla's feet was a smart little steel-buckled shoe and a filmy blue silk stocking.