Gertrude Oliver
says she just feels the same. (She is the most honest person I know. She
never pretends anything.) She says babies bore her until they are old
enough to talk and then she likes them--but still a good ways off.
Mother and Nan and Di all adore babies and seem to think I'm unnatural
because I don't.
"I haven't seen Kenneth since the night of the party. He was here one
evening after Jem came back but I happened to be away. I don't think he
mentioned me at all--at least nobody told me he did and I was
determined I wouldn't ask--but I don't care in the least. All that
matters absolutely nothing to me now. The only thing that does matter is
that Jem has volunteered for active service and will be going to
Valcartier in a few more days--my big, splendid brother Jem. Oh, I'm so
proud of him!
"I suppose Kenneth would enlist too if it weren't for his ankle. I think
that is quite providential. He is his mother's only son and how dreadful
she would feel if he went. Only sons should never think of going!"
Walter came wandering through the valley as Rilla sat there, with his
head bent and his hands clasped behind him. When he saw Rilla he turned
abruptly away; then as abruptly he turned and came back to her.
"Rilla-my-Rilla, what are you thinking of?"
"Everything is so changed, Walter," said Rilla wistfully. "Even you--
you're changed. A week ago we were all so happy--and--and--now I just
can't find myself at all.
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