Doc, stealthy and wild-eyed, was shadowing her steps among the spirea bushes.
"The sky may be blue," said Susan, "but that cat has been Hyde all day so we will likely have rain tonight and by the same token I have rheumatism in my shoulder." "It may rain--but don't think rheumatism, Susan--think violets," said Walter gaily--rather too gaily, Rilla thought.
Susan considered him unsympathetic.
"Indeed, Walter dear, I do not know what you mean by thinking violets," she responded stiffly, "and rheumatism is not a thing to be joked about, as you may some day realize for yourself.

I hope I am not of the kind that is always complaining of their aches and pains, especially now when the news is so terrible.

Rheumatism is bad enough but I realize, and none better, that it is not to be compared to being gassed by the Huns." "Oh, my God, no!" exclaimed Walter passionately.

He turned and went back to the house.
Susan shook her head.

She disapproved entirely of such ejaculations.