It was the first time Rilla had ever been kissed . She thought perhaps she ought to resent it but she did n't . Instead , she glanced timidly into Kenneth 's seeking eyes and her glance was a kiss . `` Rilla-my-Rilla , '' said Ken , `` will you promise that you wo n't let anyone else kiss you until I come back ? '' `` Yes , '' said Rilla , trembling and thrilling . Susan was turning round . Ken loosened his hold and stepped to the walk . `` Good-bye , '' he said casually . Rilla heard herself saying it just as casually . She stood and watched him down the walk , out of the gate , and down the road . When the fir wood hid him from her sight she suddenly said `` Oh , '' in a choked way and ran down to the gate , sweet blossomy things catching at her skirts as she ran . Leaning over the gate she saw Kenneth walking briskly down the road , over the bars of tree shadows and moonlight , his tall , erect figure grey in the white radiance . As he reached the turn he stopped and looked back and saw her standing amid the tall white lilies by the gate . He waved his hand -- she waved hers -- he was gone around the turn . Rilla stood there for a little while , gazing across the fields of mist and silver . She had heard her mother say that she loved turns in roads -- they were so provocative and alluring . Rilla thought she hated them . She had seen Jem and Jerry vanish from her around a bend in the road -- then Walter -- and now Ken . Brothers and playmate and sweetheart -- they were all gone , never , it might be , to return . Yet still the Piper piped and the dance of death went on .
When Rilla walked slowly back to the house XXXXX was still sitting by the veranda table and Susan was sniffing suspiciously .
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