Kenneth was not the son of a famous novelist for nothing.

He "had a way" of expressing things in a few poignant, significant words that seemed to suggest far more than they uttered, and never grew stale or flat or foolish with ever so many scores of readings.

Rilla went home from Rainbow Valley as if she flew rather than walked.
But such moments of uplift were rare that autumn.

To be sure, there was one day in September when great news came of a big Allied victory in the west and Susan ran out to hoist the flag--the first time she had hoisted it since the Russian line broke and the last time she was to hoist it for many dismal moons.
"Likely the Big Push has begun at last, Mrs.Dr.dear," she exclaimed, "and we will soon see the finish of the Huns.

Our boys will be home by Christmas now.