Rilla felt that this, coupled with the fact that the Germans were only fifty miles from Paris, was hardly to be endured.

But she started off gallantly on an errand fraught with amazing results.
Late in the afternoon she found herself, with a buggy full of parcels, at the entrance to a grassy, deep-rutted lane leading to the harbour shore, wondering whether it was worth while to call down at the Anderson house.

The Andersons were desperately poor and it was not likely Mrs.Anderson had anything to give.

On the other hand, her husband, who was an Englishman by birth and who had been working in Kingsport when the war broke out, had promptly sailed for England to enlist there, without, it may be said, coming home or sending much hard cash to represent him.

So possibly Mrs.Anderson might feel hurt if she were overlooked.