She dared not look up lest she should see laughter in his eyes.

So she looked down; and as her lashes were very long and dark and her lids very thick and creamy, the effect was quite charming and provocative, and Kenneth reflected that Rilla Blythe was going to be the beauty of the Ingleside girls after all.

He wanted to make her look up--to catch again that little, demure, questioning glance.

She was the prettiest thing at the party, there was no doubt of that.
What was he saying?
Rilla could hardly believe her ears.
"Can we have a dance ?" "Yes," said Rilla.

She said it with such a fierce determination not to lisp that she fairly blurted the word out.