And Jem and Jerry and Walter and all the other boys who had danced and moonlighted on the old Four Winds Point that evening of mirth and laughter -- their last joyous unclouded evening . In the filthy trenches of the Somme front , with the roar of the guns and the groans of stricken men for the music of Ned Burr 's violin , and the flash of star shells for the silver sparkles on the old blue gulf . Two of them were sleeping under the Flanders poppies -- Alec Burr from the Upper Glen , and Clark Manley of Lowbridge . Others were wounded in the hospitals . But so far nothing had touched the manse and the Ingleside boys . They seemed to bear charmed lives . Yet the suspense never grew any easier to bear as the weeks and months of war went by . `` It is n't as if it were some sort of fever to which you might conclude they were immune when they had n't taken it for two years , '' sighed Rilla . `` The danger is just as great and just as real as it was the first day they went into the trenches . I know this , and it tortures me every day . And yet I ca n't help hoping that since they 've come this far unhurt they 'll come through . Oh , Miss Oliver , what would it be like not to wake up in the morning feeling afraid of the news the day would bring ? I ca n't picture such a state of things somehow . And two years ago this morning I woke wondering what delightful gift the new day would give me . These are the two years I thought would be filled with fun . '' `` Would you exchange them -- now -- for two years filled with fun ? '' `` No , '' said Rilla slowly . `` I would n't . It 's strange -- is n't it ? -- They have been two terrible years -- and yet I have a queer feeling of thankfulness for them -- as if they had brought me something very precious , with all their pain .
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