`` Rilla-my-Rilla , '' said Ken , `` will you promise that you wo n't let anyone else kiss you until I come back ? '' `` Yes , '' said Rilla , trembling and thrilling . Susan was turning round . Ken loosened his hold and stepped to the walk . `` Good-bye , '' he said casually . Rilla heard herself saying it just as casually . She stood and watched him down the walk , out of the gate , and down the road . When the fir wood hid him from her sight she suddenly said `` Oh , '' in a choked way and ran down to the gate , sweet blossomy things catching at her skirts as she ran . Leaning over the gate she saw Kenneth walking briskly down the road , over the bars of tree shadows and moonlight , his tall , erect figure grey in the white radiance . As he reached the turn he stopped and looked back and saw her standing amid the tall white lilies by the gate . He waved his hand -- she waved hers -- he was gone around the turn . Rilla stood there for a little while , gazing across the fields of mist and silver . She had heard her mother say that she loved turns in roads -- they were so provocative and alluring . Rilla thought she hated them . She had seen Jem and Jerry vanish from her around a bend in the road -- then Walter -- and now Ken . Brothers and playmate and sweetheart -- they were all gone , never , it might be , to return . Yet still the Piper piped and the dance of death went on . When Rilla walked slowly back to the house Susan was still sitting by the veranda table and Susan was sniffing suspiciously . `` I have been thinking , Rilla dear , of the old days in the House of Dreams , when Kenneth 's mother and father were courting and Jem was a little baby and you were not born or thought of . It was a very romantic affair and she and your mother were such chums .
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