Rilla walked away, realising that she must not spy on such a moment.

She went down to the end of the platform where Sir Wilfrid and Dog Monday were sitting, looking at each other.
Sir Wilfrid remarked condescendingly: "Why do you haunt this old shed when you might lie on the hearthrug at Ingleside and live on the fat of the land?
Is it a pose?
Or a fixed idea ?" Whereat Dog Monday, laconically: "I have a tryst to keep." When the train had gone Rilla rejoined the little trembling Miranda.
"Well, he's gone," said Miranda, "and he may never come back--but I'm his wife, and I'm going to be worthy of him.

I'm going home." "Don't you think you had better come with me now ?" asked Rilla doubtfully.

Nobody knew yet how Mr.Pryor had taken the matter.
"No.

If Joe can face the Huns I guess I can face father," said Miranda daringly.