Nobody ever played in Rainbow Valley now . It was very silent on summer evenings . Walter liked to go there to read . Jem and Faith trysted there considerably ; Jerry and Nan went there to pursue uninterruptedly the ceaseless wrangles and arguments on profound subjects that seemed to be their preferred method of sweethearting . 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 .
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