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"We we can keep it here for awhile can't we until something can be arranged?" she stammered confusedly. Dr. Blythe walked up and down the kitchen for a moment or two while the baby stared at the white walls of the soup tureen and Susan showed signs of returning animation. Presently the doctor confronted Rilla. "A young baby means a great deal of additional work and trouble in a household, Rilla.

He would think only of these things and of the deep, subtle joy they gave him. "Anyhow, no one will expect me to go," he thought. "As Jem says, typhoid has seen to that." Rilla was leaning out of her room window, dressed for the dance. A yellow pansy slipped from her hair and fell out over the sill like a falling star of gold. She caught at it vainly but there were enough left.

Pryor, and walked home, while the mystic veil of dreamy, haunted winter twilight wrapped itself over the Glen. "I would really not have minded being a war-bride myself," remarked Susan sentimentally. But Rilla felt rather flat perhaps as a reaction to all the excitement and rush of the past thirty-six hours.

"Rilla, dear, I've known for several days that Walter meant to go. I've had time to to rebel and grow reconciled. We must give him up. There is a Call greater and more insistent than the call of our love he has listened to it. We must not add to the bitterness of his sacrifice." "Our sacrifice is greater than his," cried Rilla passionately. "Our boys give only themselves. We give them."

"There's a a screw loose somewhere in that bird. Didn't I tell you only the night before last that Mrs Bowldler couldn't get along with him?" "You did," admitted 'Bias, his tone ominously calm. "But you didn' specify: not when I told you I was goin' to bring the bird up here to Rilla." "No, I didn': for, in the first place, I couldn', not knowin' what language the bird used."

After supper she dressed herself carefully in her blue, beaded crepe for vanity is harder to quell than pride and Irene always saw any flaw or shortcoming in another girl's appearance. Besides, as Rilla had told her mother one day when she was nine years old, "It is easier to behave nicely when you have your good clothes on."

Were there any more disgraceful scenes in her past that Susan could rake up? As for Ken, he could have howled over Susan's speeches, but he would not so insult the duenna of his lady, so he sat with a preternaturally solemn face which seemed to poor Rilla a haughty and offended one. "I paid eleven cents for a bottle of ink tonight," complained Susan. "Ink is twice as high as it was last year.

Hair, hat, and dress were satisfactory nothing there for Miss Irene to make fun of. Rilla remembered how clever and amusing she used to think Irene's biting little comments about other girls. Well, it had come home to her now.

"Albert read in a Montreal paper today that a war expert gives it as his opinion that it will last five years more," was Cousin Sophia's cheerful contribution. "It can't," cried Rilla; then she added with a sigh, "Two years ago we would have said 'It can't last two years. But five more years of this!"

Rilla Blythe is speaking Rilla Rilla oh, never mind. Listen to this. Before you come home tonight get a marriage license a marriage license yes, a marriage license and a wedding-ring. Did you get that? And will you do it? Very well, be sure you do it it is your only chance." Flushed with triumph for her only fear was that she might not be able to locate Joe in time Rilla rang the Pryor ring.