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My excitement is over. We have won the victory but oh, what a price we have paid!" "Not too high a price for freedom," said Gertrude softly. "Do you think it was, Rilla?" "No," said Rilla, under her breath. She was seeing a little white cross on a battlefield of France. "No not if those of us who live will show ourselves worthy of it if we 'keep faith." "We will keep faith," said Gertrude.
He must have heard every word his mother-in-law said but he gave no sign. "I do wish," said Rilla, plucking up what little spirit she had left, "that you would let me oh ah " then she quailed again before Mrs. Matilda Pitman's eye "recompense you for for " "Mrs.
They were all there around him he could see them almost as plainly as he saw Rilla as plainly as he had once seen the Pied Piper piping down the valley in a vanished twilight. And they said to him, those gay little ghosts of other days, "We were the children of yesterday, Walter fight a good fight for the children of to-day and to-morrow." "Where are you, Walter," cried Rilla, laughing a little.
Jem had once taken his mother the earliest mayflowers; Walter brought them to her when Jem was gone; last spring Shirley had sought them out for her; now, Rilla thought she must take the boys' place in this. But before she had discovered any, Bruce Meredith came to Ingleside one twilight with his hands full of delicate pink sprays. He stalked up the steps of the veranda and laid them on Mrs.
I told you not to do that. So that it was your own fault." Jims looked to see if she meant it; then glanced up at the sky again. "Excuse me, then, God," he remarked airily. Rilla scanned the sky also; she did not like its appearance; a heavy thundercloud was appearing in the northwest. What in the world was to be done?
Beyond Rainbow Valley there was a cloudy shore of morning with little ripples of sunrise breaking over it. The far, cold beauty of a lingering star shone above it. Why, in this world of springtime loveliness, must hearts break? Rilla felt arms go about her lovingly, protectingly. It was mother pale, large-eyed mother. "Oh, mother, how can you bear it?" she cried wildly.
Susan had grown used to khaki now, and at sixty-four even a lieutenant's uniform is just clothes and nothing else. "It is an amazing thing how fast children do grow up. Rilla here, now, is almost fifteen." "I'm going on seventeen, Susan," cried Rilla almost passionately. She was a whole month past sixteen. It was intolerable of Susan.
There were moments when waiting at home, in safety and comfort, seemed an unendurable thing. The moon burst triumphantly through an especially dark cloud and shadow and silver chased each other in waves over the Glen. Rilla remembered one moonlit evening of childhood when she had said to her mother, "The moon just looks like a sorry, sorry face."
"Sometimes I forget for a little while what it really means and feel excited and proud and then it comes over me again like a cold wind." "I envy Jem!" said Walter moodily. "Envy Jem! Oh, Walter you you don't want to go too." "No," said Walter, gazing straight before him down the emerald vistas of the valley, "no, I don't want to go. That's just the trouble. Rilla, I'm afraid to go. I'm a coward."
How any one could ever dance aga' after a judgment like that I cannot comprehend." "Did she ever dance again?" asked Rilla pertly. "I told you she dropped dead. Of course she never danced again, poor creature. She was a Kirke from Lowbridge. You ain't a-going off like that with nothing on your bare neck, are you?" "It's a hot evening," protested Rilla.
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