Rilla knew that the girls' Fairy Drill came next.

Could she go out there and play for it?
Her head was aching now--her throat was burning.

Oh, why had Irene told her just then, when telling could do no good?
Irene had been very cruel.

Rilla remembered now that more than once that day she had caught her mother looking at her with an odd expression.

She had been too busy to wonder what it meant.