`` We wo n't be -- happy -- in the same way , '' said Rilla . `` No , not in the same way . Nobody whom this war has touched will ever be happy again in quite the same way . But it will be a better happiness , I think , little sister -- a happiness we 've earned . We were very happy before the war , were n't we ? With a home like Ingleside , and a father and mother like ours we could n't help being happy . But that happiness was a gift from life and love ; it was n't really ours -- life could take it back at any time . It can never take away the happiness we win for ourselves in the way of duty . I 've realised that since I went into khaki . In spite of my occasional funks , when I fall to living over things beforehand , I 've been happy since that night in May . Rilla , be awfully good to mother while I 'm away . It must be a horrible thing to be a mother in this war -- the mothers and sisters and wives and sweethearts have the hardest times . Rilla , you beautiful little thing , are you anybody 's sweetheart ? If you are , tell me before I go . '' `` No , '' said Rilla . Then , impelled by a wish to be absolutely frank with Walter in this talk that might be the last they would ever have , she added , blushing wildly in the moonlight , `` but if -- Kenneth Ford -- wanted me to be -- '' `` I see , '' said Walter . `` And Ken 's in khaki , too . Poor little girlie , it 's a bit hard for you all round . Well , I 'm not leaving any girl to break her heart about me -- thank God for that . '' Rilla glanced up at the Manse on the hill .
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