And he had called her `` Rilla-my-Rilla '' -- not `` Spider '' or `` Kid '' or `` Puss , '' as he had been used to call her when he took any notice whatever of her . She did not at all resent his using Walter 's pet name for her ; it sounded beautifully in his low caressing tones , with just the faintest suggestion of emphasis on the `` my . '' It would have been so nice if she had not made a fool of herself . She dared not look up lest she should see laughter in his eyes . So she looked down ; and as her lashes were very long and dark and her lids very thick and creamy , the effect was quite charming and provocative , and Kenneth reflected that Rilla Blythe was going to be the beauty of the Ingleside girls after all . He wanted to make her look up -- to catch again that little , demure , questioning glance . She was the prettiest thing at the party , there was no doubt of that . What was he saying ? Rilla could hardly believe her ears . `` Can we have a dance ? '' `` Yes , '' said Rilla . She said it with such a fierce determination not to lisp that she fairly blurted the word out . Then she writhed in spirit again . It sounded so bold -- so eager -- as if she were fairly jumping at him ! What would he think of her ? Oh , why did dreadful things like this happen , just when a girl wanted to appear at her best ? Kenneth drew her in among the dancers . `` I think this game ankle of mine is good for one hop around , at least , '' he said . `` How is your ankle ? '' said Rilla .
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