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After a moment of silence, in which each made an unworded promise to each other, he said, "Now we won't be sober any more. We'll look beyond the years to the time when the war will be over and Jem and Jerry and I will come marching home and we'll all be happy again." "We won't be happy in the same way," said Rilla. "No, not in the same way.
You have spunk I thought you would feel so badly over Walter's enlisting that you'd hardly be able to bear up at all, and here you are as cool as a cucumber. I wish I had half your nerve." Rilla stood perfectly still. She felt no emotion whatever she felt nothing. The world of feeling had just gone blank. "Walter enlisting" she heard herself saying then she heard Irene's affected little laugh.
"Oh, I wish I could just keep on working all the time, Susan," cried poor Rilla. "And I wish I didn't have to go to sleep. It is hideous to go to sleep and forget it for a little while, and wake up and have it all rush over me anew the next morning. Do people ever get used to things like this, Susan? And oh, Susan, I can't get away from what Mrs. Reese said.
Rilla glanced up at the Manse on the hill. She could see a light in Una Meredith's window. She felt tempted to say something then she knew she must not. It was not her secret: and, anyway, she did not know she only suspected. Walter looked about him lingeringly and lovingly. This spot had always been so dear to him. What fun they all had had here lang syne.
Your brother hasn't enlisted hasn't any idea of enlisting. "'Why Rilla, dear, I didn't say it, said Irene. 'I told you it was Mrs. George Burr. And I told her "'I don't want to hear what you told her. Don't you ever speak to me again, Irene Howard. "Oh course, I shouldn't have said that. But it just seemed to say itself.
Faith did not come home; she was on her way across the Atlantic as a V.A.D. Di had tried to wring from her father consent to her going also, but had been told that for her mother's sake it could not be given. So Di, after a flying visit home, went back to her Red Cross work in Kingsport. The mayflowers bloomed in the secret nooks of Rainbow Valley. Rilla was watching for them.
Rilla gave over crying in sheer disgust at the futility of tears and went to sleep in Mary Vance's bed in the calm of despair. Outside, the dawn came greyly in on wings of storm; Captain Josiah, true to his word, ran up the Union Jack at the Four Winds Light and it streamed on the fierce wind against the clouded sky like a gallant unquenchable beacon.
I am not going to have people saying 'what a puny little thing that baby of Rilla Blythe's is' as old Mrs. Drew said at the senior Red Cross yesterday. If I can't love you I mean to be proud of you at least." "The war will not be over before next spring now," said Dr. Blythe, when it became apparent that the long battle of the Aisne had resulted in a stalemate.
In mid-July Walter came home for a week's leave before going overseas. Rilla had lived through the days of his absence on the hope of that week, and now that it had come she drank every minute of it thirstily, hating even the hours she had to spend in sleep, they seemed such a waste of precious moments.
She was an Upper Glen girl of nineteen who seemed to like the society of the younger girls spiteful friends said because she could queen it over them without rivalry. But Rilla thought Irene quite wonderful and loved her for her patronage. Irene was pretty and stylish; she sang divinely and spent every winter in Charlottetown taking music lessons.
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