"There isn't time to learn anything new." "Oh, you have lots of lovely songs that nobody in the Glen ever heard before," said Rilla, who knew Irene had been going to town all winter for lessons and that this was only a pretext.

"They will all be new down there." "But I have no accompanist," protested Irene.
"Una Meredith can accompany you," said Rilla.
"Oh, I couldn't ask her," sighed Irene.

"We haven't spoken since last fall.

She was so hateful to me the time of our Sunday-school concert that I simply had to give her up." Dear, dear, was Irene at feud with everybody?
As for Una Meredith being hateful to anybody, the idea was so farcical that Rilla had much ado to keep from laughing in Irene's very face.
"Miss Oliver is a beautiful pianist and can play any accompaniment at sight," said Rilla desperately.

"She will play for you and you could run over your songs easily tomorrow evening at Ingleside before the concert." "But I haven't anything to wear.