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She makes her father stand round in a perfectly amazing fashion; she runs up the flag whenever a yard of trench on the western front is taken; and she comes up regularly to our Junior Red Cross; and she does yes, she does put on funny little 'married woman' airs that are quite killing. But she is the only war-bride in the Glen and surely nobody need grudge her the satisfaction she gets out of it.
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.
Although the crudity of the "war-bride" method of increasing the population is not evident in France, every working-girl wears the medallion of some "hero" on her breast. Girls say frankly that they want children. The Latin will never accept the German principle of indiscriminate breeding.
You might come too, and be sure to bring your good taste with you." He was alarmed by her tone. "Debenham and Freebody's! What for?" "To order mourning, of course. To have it ready, you know. A precaution, you know." She laughed. He saw that she was becoming hysterical: the special liability of the war-bride for whom the curtain has been lifted and falls exasperatingly, enragingly, too soon.
Thank you, Miss Kaplan, I knew you would be sympathetic." One hand was clenching and unclenching itself where Miss Kaplan, fortunately a young person whose own side of emotions occupied her exclusively, could not see it. Miss Kaplan kissed her, quite uninvited, again, said "Dear little war-bride!" and just in time, Marjorie always swore, to save herself from death, fled out.
It is all very well to be a war-bride when there's a war, but the war was over. "And I'm married," Marjorie said when the door had swung to behind Miss Kaplan, "for life!" She was twenty-one. She was little and slender, with a wistful, very sweet face like a miniature; big dark-blue eyes, a small mouth that tipped down a little at the indented corners, and a transparently rose and white skin.
It dawned calmly and coldly and greyly at Ingleside. Mrs. Blythe and Rilla and Miss Oliver made ready for church in a suspense tempered by hope and confidence. The doctor was away, having been summoned during the wee sma's to the Marwood household in Upper Glen, where a little war-bride was fighting gallantly on her own battleground to give life, not death, to the world.
A war-bride!" But Paliser, who had his fill, was rising and, abandoning histrionics, she resumed: "The 24th at eight; don't forget!" Then as he passed from the portal, the priestess lifted her hands. "What a fish! Fast or loose, what a fish!" Above her Mammon glowed, behind her leered Priapus. Through the sunny streets, Paliser drove to the Athenæum, where everybody was talking war.
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