And I'll wear my silver slippers too.
Mrs.Ford sent them to me last Christmas and I've never had a chance to wear them yet.

They're the dearest things.

Oh, Miss Oliver, I do hope some of the boys will ask me to dance.

I shall die of mortification--truly I will, if nobody does and I have to sit stuck up against the wall all the evening.

Of course Carl and Jerry can't dance because they're the minister's sons, or else I could depend on them to save me from utter disgrace." "You'll have plenty of partners--all the over-harbour boys are coming--there'll be far more boys than girls." "I'm glad I'm not a minister's daughter," laughed Rilla.