It's perfectly sweet of you to do it when you hate children so.

How cross you were just because I kissed him! But we'll forget all that and be chums again, won't we?
Now, about the concert--I dare say I can run into town on the morning train after my dress, and out again on the afternoon one in plenty of time for the concert, if you'll ask Miss Oliver to play for me.

I couldn't--she's so dreadfully haughty and supercilious that she simply paralyses poor little me." Rilla did not waste time or breath defending Miss Oliver.

She coolly thanked Irene, who had suddenly become very amiable and gushing, and got away.

She was very thankful the interview was over.