It must be a horrible thing to be a mother in this war--the mothers and sisters and wives and sweethearts have the hardest times.

Rilla, you beautiful little thing, are you anybody's sweetheart?
If you are, tell me before I go." "No," said Rilla.

Then, impelled by a wish to be absolutely frank with Walter in this talk that might be the last they would ever have, she added, blushing wildly in the moonlight, "but if--Kenneth Ford--wanted me to be--" "I see," said Walter.

"And Ken's in khaki, too.

Poor little girlie, it's a bit hard for you all round.