`` He 's a reel healthy-looking child now , though mebbee his colour is a mite too high -- sorter consumptive looking , as you might say . I never thought you 'd raise him when I saw him the day after you brung him home . I reely did not think it was in you and I told Albert 's wife so when I got home . Albert 's wife says , says she , ` There 's more in Rilla Blythe than you 'd think for , Aunt Sophia . ' Them was her very words . ` More in Rilla Blythe than you 'd think for . ' Albert 's wife always had a good opinion of you . '' Cousin Sophia sighed , as if to imply that Albert 's wife stood alone in this against the world . But Cousin Sophia really did not mean that . She was quite fond of Rilla in her own melancholy way ; but young creeturs had to be kept down . If they were not kept down society would be demoralized . `` Do you remember your walk home from the light two years ago tonight ? '' whispered Gertrude Oliver to Rilla , teasingly . `` I should think I do , '' smiled Rilla ; and then her smile grew dreamy and absent ; she was remembering something else -- that hour with Kenneth on the sandshore . Where would Ken be tonight ? 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 .
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