Then she had a sudden dismayed recollection . `` My shoes , '' she exclaimed . `` I left them in the boat . '' `` Well , I never , '' said Mary . `` You 're the most thoughtless kid I ever saw . You 'll have to ask Hazel Lewison to lend you a pair of shoes . '' `` I wo n't . '' cried Rilla , who did n't like the said Hazel . `` I 'll go barefoot first . '' Mary shrugged her shoulders . `` Just as you like . Pride must suffer pain . It 'll teach you to be more careful . Well , let 's hike . '' Accordingly they hiked . But to `` hike '' along a deep-rutted , pebbly lane in frail , silver-hued slippers with high French heels , is not an exhilarating performance . Rilla managed to limp and totter along until they reached the harbour road ; but she could go no farther in those detestable slippers . She took them and her dear silk stockings off and started barefoot . That was not pleasant either ; her feet were very tender and the pebbles and ruts of the road hurt them . Her blistered heels smarted .
But physical pain was almost forgotten XXXXX the sting of humiliation .
Lewison along as first harbour in left of to with