Father says I toil not neither do I spin . Therefore , I must be a lily of the field , '' concluded Rilla , with another laugh . `` You are too young to give up your studies altogether , Rilla . '' `` Oh , mother will put me through a course of reading next winter . It will polish up her B.A. degree . Luckily I like reading . Do n't look at me so sorrowfully and so disapprovingly , dearest . I ca n't be sober and serious -- everything looks so rosy and rainbowy to me . Next month I 'll be fifteen -- and next year sixteen -- and the year after that seventeen . Could anything be more enchanting ? '' `` Rap wood , '' said Gertrude Oliver , half laughingly , half seriously . `` Rap wood , Rilla-my-Rilla . '' CHAPTER III MOONLIT MIRTH Rilla , who still buttoned up her eyes when she went to sleep so that she always looked as if she were laughing in her slumber , yawned , stretched , and smiled at Gertrude Oliver . The latter had come over from Lowbridge the previous evening and had been prevailed upon to remain for the dance at the Four Winds lighthouse the next night . `` The new day is knocking at the window . What will it bring us , I wonder . '' Miss Oliver shivered a little . She never greeted the days with Rilla 's enthusiasm . She had lived long enough to know that a day may bring a terrible thing . `` I think the nicest thing about days is their unexpectedness , '' went on Rilla .
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