I hope Persis and mother will be as game when my turn comes . '' `` Oh , Kenneth -- the war will be over before your turn cometh . '' There ! She had lisped again . Another great moment of life spoiled ! Well , it was her fate . And anyhow , nothing mattered . Kenneth was off already -- he was talking to Ethel Reese , who was dressed , at seven in the morning , in the gown she had worn to the dance , and was crying . What on earth had Ethel to cry about ? None of the Reeses were in khaki . Rilla wanted to cry , too -- but she would not . What was that horrid old Mrs. Drew saying to mother , in that melancholy whine of hers ? `` I do n't know how you can stand this , Mrs. Blythe . I could n't if it was my pore boy . '' And mother -- oh , mother could always be depended on ! How her grey eyes flashed in her pale face . `` It might have been worse , Mrs. Drew . I might have had to urge him to go . '' Mrs. Drew did not understand but Rilla did . She flung up her head .
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