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You can stay all night with me and we'll 'phone up to Ingleside where you are." Rilla realized that there was nothing else to do. Her lips trembled and tears came into her eyes. She blinked savagely she would not let Mary Vance see her crying. But to be forgotten like this! To think nobody had thought it worth while to make sure where she was not even Walter.
If Mrs Bosenna now and again found herself lonely at Rilla Farm in her widowhood, it is to be feared the majority of her old acquaintances would have agreed in asserting, with a touch of satisfied spite, that she had herself to blame, and welcome! "There's two!" announced Dinah, bursting back into the kitchen and waving her capture. "Two! and the Troy postmark on both of 'em!"
On the other hand, her husband, who was an Englishman by birth and who had been working in Kingsport when the war broke out, had promptly sailed for England to enlist there, without, it may be said, coming home or sending much hard cash to represent him. So possibly Mrs. Anderson might feel hurt if she were overlooked. Rilla decided to call.
The air was cold with dew and the orchard and grove and Rainbow Valley were full of mystery and wonder. Over the eastern hill were golden deeps and silvery-pink shallows. There was no wind, and Rilla heard distinctly a dog howling in a melancholy way down in the direction of the station. Was it Dog Monday? And if it were, why was he howling like that?
"'Twould be a Christian act," suggested Mr Toy. "If there's truth in half what folks say, some of old Johnny Rogers' correspondence 'd make pretty readin' for the devil." "But look here," interposed Captain Cai, "what's this about doin' business with a widow? Whose widow?" "Why, your landlady, to be sure the Widow Bosenna, up to Rilla Farm."
"Better fit there was no need, and you'd played fair." "'Played fair'!" Cai flamed up at last "I don't take that from you, 'Bias Hunken, nor yet from any one! You fell into your own trap that's what happened to you. . . . 'Played fair'? I suppose you was playin' fair when you sneaked off unbeknowns and early to Rilla that mornin', after we'd agreed " "Well?" asked 'Bias, as Cai came to a halt.
Your allowance is based on the principle of a reasonable amount for each thing you need. If you pay too much for one thing you must cut off somewhere else and that is not satisfactory. But if you think you did right, Rilla, I have no more to say. I leave it to your conscience. "I wish mother would not leave things to my conscience! And anyway, what was I to do?
Blythe did not smile at Rilla's italics. Perhaps she did not feel like smiling or perhaps she detected a real grain of serious purpose behind Rilla's romantic pose. So here was Rilla hemming sheets and organizing a Junior Red Cross in her thoughts as she hemmed; moreover, she was enjoying it the organizing that is, not the hemming.
Albert's wife says, says she, 'There's more in Rilla Blythe than you'd think for, Aunt Sophia. Them was her very words. 'More in Rilla Blythe than you'd think for. Albert's wife always had a good opinion of you." Cousin Sophia sighed, as if to imply that Albert's wife stood alone in this against the world. But Cousin Sophia really did not mean that.
After all, disdainful silence would have been much more effective in meeting the slur upon Walter. It was foolish and childish to fly out as she had done well, she would be wiser in the future, but meanwhile a large and very unpalatable slice of humble pie had to be eaten, and Rilla Blythe was no fonder of that wholesome article of diet than the rest of us.
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