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.

"Rilla, dear, I've known for several days that Walter meant to go.

I've had time to--to rebel and grow reconciled.

We must give him up.