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. To think I should have lived to see her son going to the front. As if she had not had enough trouble in her early life without this coming upon her! But we must take a brace and see it through.”
All Rilla’s anger against Susan had evaporated. With Ken’s kiss still burning on her lips, and the wonderful significance of the promise he had asked thrilling heart and soul, she could not be angry with any one. She put her slim white hand into Susan’s brown, work-hardened one and gave it a squeeze. Susan was a faithful old dear and would lay down her life for any one of them.
“You are tired, Rilla dear, and had better go to bed,” Susan said, patting her hand. “I noticed you were too tired to talk tonight. I am glad I came home in time to help you out. It is very tiresome trying to entertain young men when you are not accustomed to it.”
Rilla carried Jims upstairs and went to bed but not before she had sat for a long time at her window reconstructing her rainbow castle, with several added domes and turrets.
“I wonder,” she said to herself, “if I am, or am not engaged to Kenneth Ford.”
