But Rilla thought Irene quite wonderful and loved her for her patronage . Irene was pretty and stylish ; she sang divinely and spent every winter in Charlottetown taking music lessons . She had an aunt in Montreal who sent her wonderful things to wear ; she was reported to have had a sad love affair -- nobody knew just what , but its very mystery allured . Rilla felt that Irene 's compliments crowned her evening . She ran gaily back to the pavilion and lingered for a moment in the glow of the lanterns at the entrance looking at the dancers . A momentary break in the whirling throng gave her a glimpse of Kenneth Ford standing at the other side . Rilla 's heart skipped a beat -- or , if that be a physiological impossibility , she thought it did . So he was here , after all . She had concluded he was not coming -- not that it mattered in the least . Would he see her ? Would he take any notice of her ? Of course , he would n't ask her to dance -- that could n't be hoped for . He thought her just a mere child . He had called her `` Spider '' not three weeks ago when he had been at Ingleside one evening . She had cried about it upstairs afterwards and hated him . But her heart skipped a beat when she saw that he was edging his way round the side of the pavilion towards her . Was he coming to her -- was he ? -- was he ? -- yes , he was ! He was looking for her -- he was here beside her -- he was gazing down at her with something in his dark grey eyes that Rilla had never seen in them .
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