But you must not go unless your mother says you may . '' Shirley said nothing more . He was not a lad of many words . Anne did not say anything more just then , either . She was thinking of little Joyce 's grave in the old burying-ground over-harbour -- little Joyce who would have been a woman now , had she lived -- of the white cross in France and the splendid grey eyes of the little boy who had been taught his first lessons of duty and loyalty at her knee -- of Jem in the terrible trenches -- of Nan and Di and Rilla , waiting -- waiting -- waiting , while the golden years of youth passed by -- and she wondered if she could bear any more . She thought not ; surely she had given enough . Yet that night she told Shirley that he might go . They did not tell Susan right away . She did not know it until , a few days later , Shirley presented himself in her kitchen in his aviation uniform . Susan did n't make half the fuss she had made when Jem and Walter had gone . She said stonily , `` So they 're going to take you , too . '' `` Take me ? No . I 'm going , Susan -- got to . '' Susan sat down by the table , folded her knotted old hands , that had grown warped and twisted working for the Ingleside children to still their shaking , and said : `` Yes , you must go . I did not see once why such things must be , but I can see now . '' `` You 're a brick , Susan , '' said Shirley . He was relieved that she took it so coolly -- he had been a little afraid , with a boy 's horror of `` a scene . '' He went out whistling gaily ; but half an hour later , when pale Anne Blythe came in , Susan was still sitting there . `` Mrs. Dr. dear , '' said Susan , making an admission she would once have died rather than make , `` I feel very old .
Jem and Walter were yours but XXXXX is mine .
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