Rilla put on her georgette gown, knotted up her hair and bound a little double string of pearls around it.

Then she tucked a cluster of pale pink baby roses at her belt.

Would Ken ask her for a rose for a keepsake?
She knew that Jem had carried to the trenches in Flanders a faded rose that Faith Meredith had kissed and given him the night before he left.
Rilla looked very sweet when she met Ken in the mingled moonlight and vine shadows of the big veranda.

The hand she gave him was cold and she was so desperately anxious not to lisp that her greeting was prim and precise.

How handsome and tall Kenneth looked in his lieutenant's uniform! It made him seem older, too--so much so that Rilla felt rather foolish.