But how awkward Mark Warren was ! How he bungled his steps ! Why , for mercy 's sake , did boys try to dance who did n't know the first thing about dancing ; and who had feet as big as boats ? There , he had bumped her into somebody ! She would never dance with him again ! She danced with others , though the zest was gone out of the performance and she had begun to realize that her slippers hurt her badly . Kenneth seemed to have gone -- at least nothing was to be seen of him . Her first party was spoiled , though it had seemed so beautiful at one time . Her head ached -- her toes burned . And worse was yet to come . She had gone down with some over-harbour friends to the rock-shore where they all lingered as dance after dance went on above them . It was cool and pleasant and they were tired . Rilla sat silent , taking no part in the gay conversation . She was glad when someone called down that the over-harbour boats were leaving . A laughing scramble up the lighthouse rock followed . A few couples still whirled about in the pavilion but the crowd had thinned out . Rilla looked about her for the Glen group . She could not see one of them . She ran into the lighthouse . Still , no sign of anybody .
In dismay she ran XXXXX the rock steps , down which the over-harbour guests were hurrying .
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