She slept peacefully that night with the tear stains still glistening on her sweet , serious , little face . The next afternoon she put on her best dress and hat . They were shabby enough . Every other little girl in the Glen had new clothes that summer except Faith and Una . Mary Vance had a lovely dress of white embroidered lawn , with scarlet silk sash and shoulder bows . But to-day Una did not mind her shabbiness . She only wanted to be very neat . She washed her face carefully . She brushed her black hair until it was as smooth as satin . She tied her shoelaces carefully , having first sewed up two runs in her one pair of good stockings . She would have liked to black her shoes , but she could not find any blacking . Finally , she slipped away from the manse , down through Rainbow Valley , up through the whispering woods , and out to the road that ran past the house on the hill . It was quite a long walk and Una was tired and warm when she got there . She saw Rosemary West sitting under a tree in the garden and stole past the dahlia beds to her . Rosemary had a book in her lap , but she was gazing afar across the harbour and her thoughts were sorrowful enough . Life had not been pleasant lately in the house on the hill . Ellen had not sulked -- Ellen had been a brick . But things can be felt that are never said and at times the silence between the two women was intolerably eloquent . All the many familiar things that had once made life sweet had a flavour of bitterness now . Norman Douglas made periodical irruptions also , bullying and coaxing Ellen by turns .
It would end , Rosemary believed , by his dragging Ellen off XXXXX him some day , and Rosemary felt that she would be almost glad when it happened .
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