It was less humiliating to admit crying because of your feet than because--because somebody had been amusing himself with you, and your friends had forgotten you, and other people patronized you.
"I daresay they do," said Mary, not unkindly.

"Never mind.

I know where there's a pot of goose-grease in Cornelia's tidy pantry and it beats all the fancy cold creams in the world.

I'll put some on your heels before you go to bed." Goose-grease on your heels! So this was what your first party and your first beau and your first moonlit romance ended in! Rilla gave over crying in sheer disgust at the futility of tears and went to sleep in Mary Vance's bed in the calm of despair.

Outside, the dawn came greyly in on wings of storm; Captain Josiah, true to his word, ran up the Union Jack at the Four Winds Light and it streamed on the fierce wind against the clouded sky like a gallant unquenchable beacon..