She would never forgive me if I didn't." Rilla whirled into the shadowy kitchen at Ingleside, where Susan was prosaically darning socks, and lighted it up with her beauty.

She wore her green dress with its little pink daisy garlands, her silk stockings and silver slippers.

She had golden pansies in her hair and at her creamy throat.

She was so pretty and young and glowing that even Cousin Sophia Crawford was compelled to admire her--and Cousin Sophia Crawford admired few transient earthly things.

Cousin Sophia and Susan had made up, or ignored, their old feud since the former had come to live in the Glen, and Cousin Sophia often came across in the evenings to make a neighbourly call.