"Sometimes I forget for a little while what it really means and feel excited and proud--and then it comes over me again like a cold wind." "I envy Jem!" said Walter moodily.
"Envy Jem! Oh, Walter you--you don't want to go too." "No," said Walter, gazing straight before him down the emerald vistas of the valley, "no, I don't want to go.

That's just the trouble.

Rilla, I'm afraid to go.

I'm a coward." "You're not!" Rilla burst out angrily.

"Why, anybody would be afraid to go.