Miss Cornelia took the whole situation in at a glance. So did Mary. The latter stopped short in her mad career and before Miss Cornelia could speak she had whirled around and was running up as fast as she had run down. Miss Cornelia’s lips tightened ominously, but she knew it was no use to think of chasing her. So she picked up poor, sobbing, dishevelled Rilla instead and took her home. Rilla was heart-broken. Her dress and slippers and hat were ruined and her six year old pride had received terrible bruises.
Susan, white with indignation, heard Miss Cornelia’s story of Mary Vance’s exploit.
“Oh, the hussy—oh, the littly hussy!” she said, as she carried Rilla away for purification and comfort.