Truly, my heart is breaking." Rilla sat down on the lounge beside her.

Sir Wilfrid squatted on his haunches before them, with his impertinent pink tongue stuck out, and listened.

"What is the trouble, Miranda ?" "Joe is coming home tonight on his last leave.

I had a letter from him on Saturday--he sends my letters in care of Bob Crawford, you know, because of father--and, oh, Rilla, he will only have four days--he has to go away Friday morning--and I may never see him again." "Does he still want you to marry him ?" asked Rilla.
"Oh, yes.

He implored me in his letter to run away and be married.