She did not look very happy, but perhaps you could not expect that under the circumstances." "Anyhow," thought Rilla, "I can write a perfectly killing account of it all to the boys.

How Jem will howl over Sir Wilfrid's part in it!" But if Rilla was rather disappointed in the war wedding she found nothing lacking on Friday morning when Miranda said good-bye to her bridegroom at the Glen station.

The dawn was white as a pearl, clear as a diamond.

Behind the station the balsamy copse of young firs was frost-misted.

The cold moon of dawn hung over the westering snow fields but the golden fleeces of sunrise shone above the maples up at Ingleside.