I ought to go--I ought to want to go--but I don't--I hate the thought of it--I'm ashamed--ashamed." "But, Walter, you couldn't go anyhow," said Rilla piteously.

She was sick with a new terror that Walter would go after all.

"You're not strong enough." "I am.

I've felt as fit as ever I did this last month.

I'd pass any examination--I know it.