Carl Meredith was walking with Miranda Pryor , more to torment Joe Milgrave than for any other reason . Joe was known to have a strong hankering for the said Miranda , which shyness prevented him from indulging on all occasions . Joe might summon enough courage to amble up beside Miranda if the night were dark , but here , in this moonlit dusk , he simply could not do it . So he trailed along after the procession and thought things not lawful to be uttered of Carl Meredith . Miranda was the daughter of Whiskers-on-the-moon ; she did not share her father 's unpopularity but she was not much run after , being a pale , neutral little creature , somewhat addicted to nervous giggling . She had silvery blonde hair and her eyes were big china blue orbs that looked as if she had been badly frightened when she was little and had never got over it . She would much rather have walked with Joe than with Carl , with whom she did not feel in the least at home . Yet it was something of an honour , too , to have a college boy beside her , and a son of the manse at that . Shirley Blythe was with Una Meredith and both were rather silent because such was their nature . Shirley was a lad of sixteen , sedate , sensible , thoughtful , full of a quiet humour . He was Susan 's `` little brown boy '' yet , with his brown hair , brown eyes , and clear brown skin . He liked to walk with Una Meredith because she never tried to make him talk or badgered him with chatter . Una was as sweet and shy as she had been in the Rainbow Valley days , and her large , dark-blue eyes were as dreamy and wistful . She had a secret , carefully-hidden fancy for Walter Blythe that nobody but Rilla ever suspected . Rilla sympathized with it and wished Walter would return it . She liked Una better than Faith , whose beauty and aplomb rather overshadowed other girls -- and Rilla did not enjoy being overshadowed . But just now she was very happy . It was so delightful to be tripping with her friends down that dark , gleaming road sprinkled with its little spruces and firs , whose balsam made all the air resinous around them . Meadows of sunset afterlight were behind the westerning hills . Before them was the shining harbour .
A bell was ringing XXXXX the little church over-harbour and the lingering dream-notes died around the dim , amethystine points .
So after around because down for in than to with