Do you like my dress , Susan ? '' `` It minds me of a dress I wore when I was a girl , '' sighed Cousin Sophia before Susan could reply . `` It was green with pink posies on it , too , and it was flounced from the waist to the hem . We did n't wear the skimpy things girls wear nowadays . Ah me , times has changed and not for the better I 'm afraid . I tore a big hole in it that night and someone spilled a cup of tea all over it . Ruined it completely . But I hope nothing will happen to your dress . It orter to be a bit longer I 'm thinking -- your legs are so terrible long and thin . '' `` Mrs. Dr. Blythe does not approve of little girls dressing like grown-up ones , '' said Susan stiffly , intending merely a snub to Cousin Sophia . But Rilla felt insulted . A little girl indeed ! She whisked out of the kitchen in high dudgeon . Another time she would n't go down to show herself off to Susan -- Susan , who thought nobody was grown up until she was sixty ! And that horrid Cousin Sophia with her digs about freckles and legs ! What business had an old -- an old beanpole like that to talk of anybody else being long and thin ? Rilla felt all her pleasure in herself and her evening clouded and spoiled . The very teeth of her soul were set on edge and she could have sat down and cried . But later on her spirits rose again when she found herself one of the gay crowd bound for the Four Winds light . The Blythes left Ingleside to the melancholy music of howls from Dog Monday , who was locked up in the barn lest he make an uninvited guest at the light .
They picked up the Merediths XXXXX the village , and others joined them as they walked down the old harbour road .
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