It was worse than if he had never noticed her at all.

Was life like this--something delightful happening and then, just as you were revelling in it, slipping away from you?
Rilla told herself pathetically that she felt years older than when she had left home that evening.

Perhaps she did--perhaps she was.

Who knows?
It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth.

They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that "this, too, will pass away." Rilla sighed and wished she were home, in bed, crying into her pillow.
"Tired ?" said Kenneth, gently but absently--oh, so absently.