"You sat for hours with Miller Douglas on that lobster trap, Mary Vance! What would Mrs.Elliott say to that if she knew ?" "Oh, I'm not going to quarrel with you," said Mary, suddenly retreating to high and lofty ground.

"All I say is, you should wait until you're grown-up before you do things like that." Rilla gave up trying to hide the fact that she was crying.

Everything was spoiled--even that beautiful, dreamy, romantic, moonlit hour with Kenneth on the sands was vulgarized and cheapened.

She loathed Mary Vance.
"Why, whatever's wrong ?" cried mystified Mary.

"What are you crying for ?" "My feet--hurt so--" sobbed Rilla clinging to the last shred of her pride.