She was one of the women--courageous,
unquailing, patient, heroic--who had made victory possible. In her,
they all saluted the symbol for which their dearest had fought.
Something of this was in the doctor's mind as he watched her from the
door.
"Susan," he said, when she turned to come in, "from first to last of
this business you have been a brick!"
CHAPTER XXXI
MRS. MATILDA PITTMAN
Rilla and Jims were standing on the rear platform of their car when the
train stopped at the little Millward siding. The August evening was so
hot and close that the crowded cars were stifling. Nobody ever knew just
why trains stopped at Millward siding. Nobody was ever known to get off
there or get on. There was only one house nearer to it than four miles,
and it was surrounded by acres of blueberry barrens and scrub
spruce-trees.
Rilla was on her way into Charlottetown to spend the night with a friend
and the next day in Red Cross shopping; she had taken Jims with her,
partly because she did not want Susan or her mother to be bothered with
his care, partly because of a hungry desire in her heart to have as much
of him as she could before she might have to give him up forever. James
Anderson had written to her not long before this; he was wounded and in
the hospital; he would not be able to go back to the front and as soon
as he was able he would be coming home for Jims.
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