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Rilla of Ingleside - Chapter 11 - Dark and Bright
Episode 1121st March 2023 • Bite at a Time Books • Bree Carlile
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Be continuing rilla of Ingleside by Lucy Maud Montgomery chapter Eleven dark and Bright at Christmas the college boys and girls came home, and for a little while Ingleside was gay again.

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But all were not there.

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For the first time, one was missing from the circle round the Christmas table.

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JeM of the steady lips and fearless eyes was far away, and Rilla felt that the sight of his vacant chair was more than she could endure.

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Susan had taken a stubborn freak and insisted on setting out Jim's place for him, as usual with the twisted little napkin ring he had always had since a boy, and the odd high green gables goblet that Aunt Marilla had once given him, and from which he always insisted on drinking.

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That blessed boy shall have his place, Mrs.

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Dear, said Susan firmly, and do not you feel over it, for you may be sure he is here in spirit, and next Christmas he will be here in the body.

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Wait you till the big push comes in the spring, and the war will be over in a jiffy.

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They tried to think so, but a shadow stalked in the background of their determined merrymaking.

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Walter, too, was quiet and dull all through the holidays.

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He showed Rilla a cruel, anonymous letter he had received at Redmond, a letter far more conspicuous for malice than for patriotic indignation.

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Nevertheless, all it says is true.

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Rilla rilla had caught it from him and thrown it into the fire.

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There isn't one word of truth in it, she declared hotly.

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Walter, you've got morbid.

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As Miss Oliver says she gets when she broods too long over one thing I cannot get away from it at Redmond.

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Rilla, the whole college is a flame over the war.

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A perfectly fit fellow of military age who doesn't join up is looked upon as a shirker and treated accordingly.

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Milne, the English professor who had always made a special pet of me, has two sons in Khaki and I can feel the change in his manner towards me.

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It's not fair.

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You're not fit.

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Physically, I am.

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Sound is a bell.

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The unfitness is in the soul, and it's a taint and a disgrace.

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There.

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Don't cry, Rilla.

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I'm not going, if that's what you're afraid of.

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The piper's music rings in my ears day and night, but I cannot follow.

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You would break Mother's heart and mine if you did, sobbed Rilla.

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Oh, Walter.

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One is enough for any family.

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The holidays were an unhappy time for her, still having NAN and Die and Walter and Shirley home helped in the enduring of things.

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A letter and a book came for her from Kenneth Ford, too.

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Some sentences in the letter made her cheeks burn and her heart beat until the last paragraph, which sent an icy chill over everything.

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My ankle is about as good as new.

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I'll be fit to join up in a couple of months more, Rilla, my Rilla.

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It'll be some feeling to get into Khaki all right.

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Little Ken will be able to look the whole world in the face then and owe not any man.

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It's been rotten lately since I've been able to walk without limping.

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People who don't know look at me as much as to say slacker.

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Well, they won't have the chance to look at much longer.

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I hate this war, said Rilla bitterly as she gazed out into the maple grove that was a chill glory of pink and gold in the winter sunset.

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1914 has gone, said Dr.

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Blythe.

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On New Year's Day.

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Its sun, which rose fairly, has said in blood what will 1915 bring?

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Victory, said Susan.

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For once.

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Laconic, do you really believe we'll win the war, Susan?

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Said Miss Oliver.

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Drearily.

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She had come over from Lowbridge to spend the day and see Walter and the girls before they went back to Redmond.

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She was in a rather blue and cynical mood and inclined to look on the dark side.

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Believe we'll win the war?

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Exclaimed Susan.

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No, Miss Oliver, dear, I do not believe.

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I know.

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That does not worry me.

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What does worry me is the trouble and expense of it all.

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But then you cannot make omelets without breaking eggs.

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So we must just trust in God.

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And make big guns.

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Sometimes I think the big guns are better to trust in than God, said Miss Oliver defiantly.

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No, no, dear, you do not.

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The Germans had the big guns at the Marn.

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Had they not looked, providence settled them.

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Do not ever forget that.

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Just hold on to that.

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When you feel inclined to doubt, clutch hold of the sides of your chair and sit tight and keep saying big guns are good, but the Almighty is better, and he is on our side, no matter what the Kaiser says about it.

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I would have gone crazy many a day lately, Miss Oliver, dear, if I had not sat tight and repeated that to myself.

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My cousin Sophia is, like you, somewhat inclined to despond.

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Oh, dear me.

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What will we do if the Germans ever get here?

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She wailed to me yesterday.

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Bury them, said I.

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Just as offhand as that.

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There's plenty of room for the graves.

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Cousin Sophia said that I was flippant, but I was not flippant, Miss Oliver, dear, only calm and confident in the British Navy and our Canadian boys.

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I am like old Mr.

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William Pollock of the harborhead.

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He's very old and has been ill for a long time.

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And one night last week he was so low that his daughter in law whispered to someone that she thought he was dead.

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Darn it, I ain't.

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He called right out.

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Only, Miss Oliver, dear, he did not use so mild a word as darn.

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Darn it, I ain't.

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And I don't mean to die until the Kaiser is well licked.

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Now that, Miss Oliver dear, concluded Susan.

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Is the kind of spirit I admire.

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I admire it, but I can't emulate it, sighed Gertrude.

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Before this, I've always been able to escape from the hard things of life for a little while by going into dreamland and coming back like a giant refreshed.

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But I can't escape from this.

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Nor I, said Mrs.

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Blythe.

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I hate going to bed now.

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All my life I've liked going to bed to have a gay, mad, splendid half hour of imagining things before sleeping.

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Now I imagine them still, but such different things.

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I'm rather glad when the time comes.

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To go to bed, said Miss Oliver.

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I like the darkness because I can be myself in it.

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I needn't smile or talk bravely, but sometimes my imagination gets out of hand, too, and I see what you do.

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Terrible things, terrible years to come.

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I'm very thankful that I never had any imagination to speak of, said Susan.

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I have been spared that.

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I see by this paper that the Crown Prince is killed again.

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Do you suppose there's any hope of his staying dead this time?

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And I also see that Woodrow Wilson is going to write another note.

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I wonder, concluded Susan, with a bitter irony she had of late begun to use when referring to the poor President.

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If that man's schoolmaster is alive.

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In January, Jim's was five months old, and Rilla celebrated the anniversary by shortening him.

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He weighs £14, she announced jubilantly, just exactly what he should weigh at five months.

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According to Morgan, there was no longer any doubt in anybody's mind that Jems was getting positively pretty.

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His little cheeks were round and firm and faintly pink.

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His eyes were big and bright, his tiny paws had dimples at the root of every finger.

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He had even begun to grow hair.

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Much to Rilla's unspoken relief, there was a pale golden fuzz all over his head that was distinctly visible in some lights.

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He was a good infant, generally sleeping and digesting, as Morgan decreed.

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Occasionally he smiled, but he had never laughed, in spite of all efforts to make him.

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This worried Rilla also because Morgan said that babies usually laughed aloud from the third to the fifth month.

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Jim's was five months and had no notion of laughing.

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Why hadn't he?

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Wasn't he normal?

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One night Rilla came home late from a recruiting meeting at the Glen, where she'd been giving patriotic recitations.

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Rilla had never been willing to recite in public before.

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She was afraid of her tendency to lisp, which had a habit of reviving if she were doing anything that made her nervous.

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When she had first been asked to recite at the Upper Glenn meeting, she had refused.

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Then she began to worry over her refusal.

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Was it cowardly?

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What would JeM think if he knew?

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After two days of worry, rilla phoned to the president of the Patriotic Society that she would recite.

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She did enlist several times and lay awake most of the night in an agony of wounded vanity.

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Then two nights after, she recited again at Harborhead.

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She had been at Lowbridge and over harbor since then and had become resigned to an occasional lisp.

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Nobody except herself seemed to mind it, and she was so earnest and appealing and shining eyed.

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More than one recruit joined up because Rilla's eyes seemed to look right at him when she passionately demanded, how could men die better than fighting for the ashes of their fathers and the temples of their gods?

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Or assured her audience with thrilling intensity that one crowded hour of glorious life was worth an age without a name.

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Even Stalid Miller Douglas was so fired one night that it took Mary Vance a good hour to talk him back to Sense.

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Mary Vance said bitterly that if Rilla blythe felt as bad as she had pretended to feel over Jem's going to the front, she wouldn't be urging other girls, brothers and friends to go.

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On this particular night, Rilla was tired and cold and very thankful to creep into her warm nest and cuddle down between her blankets.

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It was usual with a sorrowful wonder how Jim and Jerry were faring.

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She was just getting warm and drowsy when Jim's suddenly began to cry and kept on crying.

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Rilla curled herself up in her bed and determined she would let him cry.

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She had Morgan behind her for justification.

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Jim's was warm, physically comfortable.

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His cry wasn't the cry of pain and had his little tummy as full as was good for him.

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Under such circumstances, it would be simply spoiling him to fuss over him, and she wasn't going to do it.

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He could cry until he got good and tired and ready to go to sleep again.

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Then Rilla's imagination began to torment her.

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Suppose she thought I was a tiny, helpless creature, only five months old with my father somewhere in France and my poor little mother who had been so worried about me in the graveyard.

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Suppose I was lying in a basket in a big black room without one speck of light and nobody within miles of me, for all I could see or know.

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Suppose there wasn't a human being anywhere who loved me for a father who had never seen me, couldn't love me very much, especially when he had never written a word to or about me.

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Wouldn't I cry too?

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Wouldn't I feel just so lonely and forsaken and frightened that I'd have to cry?

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Merla hopped out.

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She picked Jim's out of his basket and took him into her own bed.

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His hands were cold, poor might.

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But he had promptly ceased to cry.

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And then, as she held him close to her in the darkness, suddenly Jim's laughed.

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A real gurgly, chuckly, delighted, delightful laugh.

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Oh, you dear little thing.

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Exclaimed Rilla.

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Are you so pleased at finding you're not all alone, lost in a huge, big, black room?

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And she knew.

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She wanted to kiss him, and she did.

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She kissed his silky, scented little head.

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She kissed his chubby little cheek.

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She kissed his little cold hands.

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She wanted to squeeze him, to cuddle him just as she used to squeeze and cuddle her kittens.

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Something delightful and yearning and brooding seemed to have taken possession of her.

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She had never felt like this before.

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In a few minutes, Jems was sound asleep.

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And as Rilla listened to his soft, regular breathing and felt the little body warm and contented against her, she realized that at last she loved her war baby.

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He has got to be such a darling, she thought Drowsily as she drifted off to slumberland herself.

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In February, Jim and Jerry and Robert Grant were in the trenches and a little more tension and dread was added to the Ingleside life in March Epres, as Susan called it, had come to have a bitter significance.

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The daily list of casualties had begun to appear in the papers.

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No one at Ingleside ever answered the telephone without a horrible cold shrinking, for it might be the station master phoning up to say a telegram had come from overseas.

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No one at Ingleside ever got up in the morning without a sudden piercing wonder over what the day might bring.

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And I used to welcome the morning so, thought Rilla.

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The rounds of life and duty went steadily on, and every week or so one of the Glen lads who had just the other day been a rollicking schoolboy went into Khaki.

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Dear, said Susan, coming in out of clear, starlet crispness of the Canadian winter twilight.

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I wonder if the boys in the trenches are warm.

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How everything comes back to this war, cried Gertrude Oliver.

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We can't get away from it, not.

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Even when we talk of the weather.

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I never go out these dark, cold nights myself without thinking of the men in the trenches.

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Not only are men, but everybody's men.

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I would feel the same if there were nobody I knew at the front when I snuggled down in my comfortable bed.

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I'm ashamed of being comfortable.

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It seems as if it were wicked of me to be so when many are not.

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I saw Mrs.

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Meredith down at the store, said Susan, and she tells me that they are really troubled over Bruce.

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He takes things so much to heart.

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He's quiet himself to sleep for a week over the starving Belgians.

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Oh, mother, he will say to her, so beseeching like, surely the babies are never hungry.

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Oh, not the baby's mother.

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Just say the babies are not hungry, Mother.

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And she cannot say it because it would not be true.

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And she's at her wits end.

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They try to keep such things from him, but he finds them out, and then they cannot comfort him.

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It breaks my heart to read about them myself, Mrs.

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Dear, and I cannot console myself with the thought that the tales are not true.

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When I read a novel that makes me want to weep, I just say severely to myself, now, Susan Baker, you know that is all a pack of lies, but we must carry on.

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Jack Crawford says he's going to the war because he's tired of farming.

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I hope he will find it a pleasant change.

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And Mrs.

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Richard Elliot over harbors, worrying herself sick because she used to be always scolding her husband about smoking up the parlor curtains.

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Now that he's enlisted, she wishes she'd never said a word to him.

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You know josiah cooper and william daley, mrs.

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They used to be fast friends, but they quarrelled 20 years ago and have never spoken since.

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Well, the other day Josiah went to William and said, ride out.

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Let us be friends, taint any time to be holding grudges.

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William was real glad and held out his hand, and they sat down for a good talk.

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And in less than half an hour they had quarrelled again over how the war ought to be fought, josiah holding that the Dardanelle's expedition was ranked folly and William maintaining that it was the one sensible thing the allies had done.

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And now they are madder at each other than ever.

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And William says Josiah is as bad a pro German as whiskers on the moon.

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Whiskers on the moon vows.

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He is no pro German, but calls himself a pacifist.

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Whatever that may be, it is nothing proper.

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Whiskers would not be it.

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And that you may tie to.

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He says that the big British victory at New Chapel cost more than it was worth, and he has forbid Joe Milgrave to come near the house because Joe ran up his father's flag when the news came.

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Have you noticed, Mrs.

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Doctor deared, that the Tsar has changed that prish name to Premcil, which proves that the man has good sense, Russian though he is.

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Joe Vickers told me in the store that he saw a very clear looking thing in the sky tonight over lowbridge way.

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Do you suppose it could have been a zeppelin, Mrs.

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Dear?

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I do not think it very likely, Susan.

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Well, I would feel easier about it if whiskers on the moon were not living in the glen.

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They say he was seen going through strange maneuvers with the lantern in his backyard one night lately.

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Some people think he was signaling.

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To whom or what?

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Ah.

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That is the mystery Mrs.

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In my opinion, the government would do well to keep an eye on that man if it does not want us all to be murdered in our bed some night.

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Now, I shall just look over the papers a minute before going to write a letter to little JeM.

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Two things I never did, Mrs.

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Dr.

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Dear, were write letters and read politics.

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Yet here I am, doing both regular, and I find there's something in politics after all.

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Whatever Woodrow Wilson means, I cannot fathom.

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But I'm hoping I will puzzle it out.

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Yet Susan, in her pursuit of Wilson and politics, presently came upon something that disturbed her and exclaimed in a tone.

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Of bitter disappointment, that devilish Kaiser has only a boil after all.

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Don't swear, Susan, said Dr.

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Blythe, pulling a long face.

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Devilish is not swearing, Dr.

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I have always understood that swearing was taking the name of the Almighty in vain.

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Well, it isn't refined, said the doctor, winking at Miss Oliver.

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No, doctor, dear.

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The devil and the Kaiser, if so be that they are really two different people are not refined, and you cannot refer to them in a refined way.

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So I abide by what I said, although you may notice that I'm careful not to use such expressions when young Rilla is about.

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And I maintain that the papers have no right to say that the Kaiser has pneumonia and raise people's hopes and then come out and say he has nothing but a boil.

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A boil, indeed.

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I wish he was covered with them.

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Susan stalked out to the kitchen and settled down to write.

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JeM deeming him in need of some home comfort from certain passages in his letter that day.

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We're in an old wine cellar tonight, dad, he wrote, in water to our knees, rats everywhere, no fire, a drizzling rain coming down.

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Rather dismal, but it might be worse.

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I got Susan's box today, and everything was in tip top order, and we had a feast.

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Jerry's up the line somewhere, and he says the rations are worse than Aunt Martha's ditto used to be, but here they're not bad, only monotonous.

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Tell Susan I'd give a year's pay for a good batch of her monkey faces but don't let that inspire her to send any for they wouldn't keep.

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We've been under fire since the last week.

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In February 1 boy, he was a Nova Scotian was killed right beside me yesterday.

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A shell burst near us and when the mess cleared away, he was lying dead.

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Not mangled at all.

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He just looked a little startled.

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It was the first time I'd been close to anything like that and it was a nasty sensation.

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But one soon gets used to horrors here.

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We're in an absolutely different world.

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The only things that are the same are the stars and they are never in their right places, somehow.

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Tell Mother not to worry.

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I'm all right.

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Sid is a fiddle and glad I came.

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There's something across from us here that has got to be wiped out of the world, that's all.

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An emanation of evil that would otherwise poison life forever.

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It's got to be done, dad, however long it takes and whatever it costs.

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And you tell the Glenn people this for me.

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They don't realize yet what it is has broken loose.

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I didn't when I first joined up.

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I thought it was fun.

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Well, it isn't.

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But I'm in the right place, all right.

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Make no mistake about that.

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When I saw what had been done here to homes and Gardens and people, dad I seemed to see a gang of Huns marching through Rainbow Valley in the glen.

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And the garden at Ingleside.

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There were gardens over here, beautiful gardens with the beauty of centuries.

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And what are they now?

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Mangled desecrated things.

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We are fighting to make those dear old places where we had played as children safe for other boys and girls fighting for the preservation and safety of all sweet wholesome things.

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Whenever any of you go to the station, be sure to give Dog Monday a double pat for me.

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Fancy the faithful little beggar waiting there for me like that.

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Honestly, dad, on some of these dark, cold nights in the trenches, it heartens embraces me up no ends.

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To think that thousands of miles away at the old Glen station there's a small spotted dog sharing my vigil.

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Tell Rilla I'm glad her war baby is turning out so well.

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And tell Susan that I'm fighting a good fight against both Huns and cooties.

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Dr.

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Dear, whispered Susan solemnly.

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What are cooties?

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Mrs.

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Blythe whispered back and then said in reply to Susan's horrified ejaculations, it's always like that in the trenches, Susan.

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Susan shook her head and went away in grim silence to reopen a parcel she had sewed up for Jim and slipped in a fine toothed comb.

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