Suddenly she felt two soft bare arms slipping round her waist, then Irene Howard dropped a light kiss on her cheek.
"Rilla, you sweet thing, you're looking simply angelic to-night.

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.
"Why, didn't you know?
I thought you did of course, or I wouldn't have mentioned it.