"
"Oh--yes," said Rilla vaguely. "It will be dreadful if it isn't, I
suppose. But it won't really matter much to us, will it? I think a war
would e so exciting. The Boer war was, they say, but I don't remember
anything about it, of course. Miss Oliver, shall I wear my white dress
tonight or my new green one? The green one is by far the prettier, of
course, but I'm almost afraid to wear it to a shore dance for fear
something will happen to it. And will you do my hair the new way? None
of the other girls in the Glen wear it yet and it will make such a
sensation."
"How did you induce your mother to let you go to the dance?"
"Oh, Walter coaxed her over. He knew I would be heart-broken if I didn't
go. It's my first really-truly grown-up party, Miss Oliver, and I've
just lain awake at nights for a week thinking it over. When I saw the
sun shining this morning I wanted to whoop for joy. It would be simply
terrible if it rained tonight. I think I'll wear the green dress and
risk it. I want to look my nicest at my first party. Besides, it's an
inch longer than my white one. And I'll wear my silver slippers too.
Mrs. Ford sent them to me last Christmas and I've never had a chance to
wear them yet. They're the dearest things. Oh, Miss Oliver, I do hope
some of the boys will ask me to dance. I shall die of mortification--
truly I will, if nobody does and I have to sit stuck up against the wall
all the evening.
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