Rilla was wildly busy all day, helping to decorate the Glen hall and seeing to a hundred last things.

The evening was beautiful, in spite of the fact that Mr.Pryor was reported to have said that he "hoped it would rain pitch forks points down," and to have wantonly kicked Miranda's dog as he said it.
Rilla, rushing home from the hall, dressed hurriedly.

Everything had gone surprisingly well at the last; Irene was even then downstairs practising her songs with Miss Oliver; Rilla was excited and happy, forgetful even of the Western front for the moment.

It gave her a sense of achievement and victory to have brought her efforts of weeks to such a successful conclusion.

She knew that there had not lacked people who thought and hinted that Rilla Blythe had not the tact or patience to engineer a concert programme.