It seemed hardly--right--somehow that he should be an "able-bodied man" in khaki.
Yet John Meredith had said no word to dissuade him when Carl had told him he must go.
Rilla felt Carl's going keenly.

They had always been cronies and playmates.

He was only a little older than she was and they had been children in Rainbow Valley together.

She recalled all their old pranks and escapades as she walked slowly home alone.

The full moon peeped through the scudding clouds with sudden floods of weird illumination, the telephone wires sang a shrill weird song in the wind, and the tall spikes of withered, grey-headed golden-rod in the fence corners swayed and beckoned wildly to her like groups of old witches weaving unholy spells.