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 . CHAPTER V `` THE SOUND OF A GOING '' Rilla ran down through the sunlit glory of the maple grove behind Ingleside , to her favourite nook in Rainbow Valley . She sat down on a green-mossed stone among the fern , propped her chin on her hands and stared unseeingly at the dazzling blue sky of the August afternoon -- so blue , so peaceful , so unchanged , just as it had arched over the valley in the mellow days of late summer ever since she could remember . She wanted to be alone -- to think things out -- to adjust herself , if it were possible , to the new world into which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered as to her own identity . Was she -- could she be -- the same Rilla Blythe who had danced at Four Winds Light six days ago -- only six days ago ? It seemed to Rilla that she had lived as much in those six days as in all her previous life -- and if it be true that we should count time by heart-throbs she had . That evening , with its hopes and fears and triumphs and humiliations , seemed like ancient history now . Could she really ever have cried just because she had been forgotten and had to walk home with Mary Vance ? Ah , thought Rilla sadly , how trivial and absurd such a cause of tears now appeared to her . She could cry now with a right good will -- but she would not -- she must not . What was it mother had said , looking , with her white lips and stricken eyes , as Rilla had never seen her mother look before , `` When our women fail in courage , Shall our men be fearless still ? '' Yes , that was it .
She must be brave -- like mother -- and Nan -- and Faith -- Faith , who had cried with flashing eyes , `` Oh , if I were only a man , XXXXX go too ! ''
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