I came to my senses and fell back in my
seat, overcome with mortification. Mother was shaking with laughter. I
could have shaken her. Why hadn't she pulled me down and choked me
before I had made such an idiot of myself. She protests that there
wasn't time.
"Fortunately the house was dark, and I don't believe there was anybody
there who knew me. And I thought I was becoming sensible and
self-controlled and womanly! It is plain I have some distance to go yet
before I attain that devoutly desired consummation."
20th September 1918
"In the east Bulgaria has asked for peace, and in the west the British
have smashed the Hindenburg line; and right here in Glen St. Mary little
Bruce Meredith has done something that I think wonderful--wonderful
because of the love behind it. Mrs. Meredith was here tonight and told
us about it--and mother and I cried, and Susan got up and clattered the
things about the stove.
"Bruce always loved Jem very devotedly, and the child has never
forgotten him in all these years. He has been as faithful in his way as
Dog Monday was in his. We have always told him that Jem would come back.
But it seems that he was in Carter Flagg's store last night and he heard
his Uncle Norman flatly declaring that Jem Blythe would never come back
and that the Ingleside folk might as well give up hoping he would. Bruce
went home and cried himself to sleep.
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