And Rilla had a beloved little sylvan dell of her own there where she liked to sit and dream . `` I must run down to the kitchen before I go and show myself off to Susan . She would never forgive me if I did n't . '' Rilla whirled into the shadowy kitchen at Ingleside , where Susan was prosaically darning socks , and lighted it up with her beauty . She wore her green dress with its little pink daisy garlands , her silk stockings and silver slippers . She had golden pansies in her hair and at her creamy throat . She was so pretty and young and glowing that even Cousin Sophia Crawford was compelled to admire her -- and Cousin Sophia Crawford admired few transient earthly things . Cousin Sophia and Susan had made up , or ignored , their old feud since the former had come to live in the Glen , and Cousin Sophia often came across in the evenings to make a neighbourly call . Susan did not always welcome her rapturously for Cousin Sophia was not what could be called an exhilarating companion . `` Some calls are visits and some are visitations , Mrs. Dr. dear , '' Susan said once , and left it to be inferred that Cousin Sophia 's were the latter . Cousin Sophia had a long , pale , wrinkled face , a long , thin nose , a long , thin mouth , and very long , thin , pale hands , generally folded resignedly on her black calico lap . Everything about her seemed long and thin and pale . She looked mournfully upon Rilla Blythe and said sadly , `` Is your hair all your own ? '' `` Of course it is , '' cried Rilla indignantly . `` Ah , well ! '' Cousin Sophia sighed . `` It might be better for you if it was n't ! Such a lot of hair takes from a person 's strength . It 's a sign of consumption , I 've heard , but I hope it wo n't turn out like that in your case . I s ` pose you 'll all be dancing tonight -- even the minister 's boys most likely .
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