As he reached the turn he stopped and looked back and saw her standing amid the tall white lilies by the gate.

He waved his hand--she waved hers--he was gone around the turn.
Rilla stood there for a little while, gazing across the fields of mist and silver.

She had heard her mother say that she loved turns in roads--they were so provocative and alluring.

Rilla thought she hated them.

She had seen Jem and Jerry vanish from her around a bend in the road--then Walter--and now Ken.