"Has Sir Sam Hughes no regard for our feelings?
The idea of whisking that blessed boy away to Europe without letting us even have a last glimpse of him! If I were you, doctor dear, I would write to the papers about it." "Perhaps it is as well," said the disappointed mother.

"I don't believe I could bear another parting from him--now that I know the war will not be over as soon as we hoped when he left first.

Oh, if only--but no, I won't say it! Like Susan and Rilla," concluded Mrs.Blythe, achieving a laugh, "I am determined to be a heroine." "You're all good stuff," said the doctor, "I'm proud of my women folk.
Even Rilla here, my 'lily of the field,' is running a Red Cross Society full blast and saving a little life for Canada.

That's a good piece of work.

Rilla, daughter of Anne, what are you going to call your war-baby ?" "I'm waiting to hear from Jim Anderson," said Rilla.