She looked even crosser and more amazed than the man , if that were possible . In the background was another woman -- a tiny old lady who must have been at least eighty . She was , in spite of her tinyness , a very striking-looking personage ; she was dressed in unrelieved black , had snow-white hair , a dead-white face , and snapping , vivid , coal-black eyes . She looked as amazed as the other two , but Rilla realized that she did n't look cross . Rilla also was realizing that something was wrong -- fearfully wrong . Then the man said , more gruffly than ever , `` Come now . Who are you and what business have you here ? '' Rilla raised herself on one elbow , looking and feeling hopelessly bewildered and foolish . She heard the old black-and-white lady in the background chuckle to herself . `` She must be real , '' Rilla thought . `` I ca n't be dreaming her . '' Aloud she gasped , `` Is n't this Theodore Brewster 's place ? '' `` No , '' said the big woman , speaking for the first time , `` this place belongs to us . We bought it from the Brewsters last fall . They moved to Greenvale . Our name is Chapley . '' Poor Rilla fell back on her pillow , quite overcome . `` I beg your pardon , '' she said . `` I -- I -- thought the Brewsters lived here . Mrs. Brewster is a friend of mine .
I am Rilla Blythe -- Dr. Blythe 's daughter XXXXX Glen St. Mary .
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