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Rilla of Ingleside, Lucy Maud Montgomery
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Lucy Maud Montgomery

Rilla of Ingleside

  • ft.lenehas quoted1 hour ago
    No,' said Gertrude, more bitterly still. 'It's true I haven't lost a husband--I have only lost the man who would have been my husband. I have lost no son--only the sons and daughters who might have been born to me--who will never be born to me now.'
  • ft.lenehas quoted2 hours ago
    The poem was a short, poignant little thing. In a month it had carried Walter's name to every corner of the globe. Everywhere it was copied-- in metropolitan dailies and little village weeklies--in profound reviews and "agony columns," in Red Cross appeals and Government recruiting propaganda. Mothers and sisters wept over it, young lads thrilled to it, the whole great heart of humanity caught it up as an epitome of all the pain and hope and pity and purpose of the mighty conflict, crystallized in three brief immortal verses. A Canadian lad in the Flanders trenches had written the one great poem of the war. "The Piper," by Pte. Walter Blythe, was a classic from its first printing.
  • ft.lenehas quoted2 hours ago
    In May Walter wrote home that he had been awarded a D.C. Medal
  • ft.lenehas quoted2 hours ago
    But work He does, Miss Oliver, and in the end His purpose will be fulfilled."
  • ft.lenehas quoted2 hours ago
    No," she said grimly, "I am not hurt, though I am jarred all over. Do not be alarmed. As for what has happened--I tried to kick that darned cat with both feet, that is what happened."

    Everybody shrieked with laughter. The doctor was quite helpless.

    "Oh, Susan, Susan," he gasped. "That I should live to hear you swear."

    "I am sorry," said Susan in real distress, "that I used such an expression before two young girls. But I said that beast was darned, and darned it is. It belongs to Old Nick."
  • ft.lenehas quoted2 hours ago
    Miranda dear," she said, "I want you to wear my wedding-veil tomorrow. It is twenty-four years since I was a bride at old Green Gables--the happiest bride that ever was--and the wedding-veil of a happy bride brings good luck, they say."
  • ft.lenehas quoted2 hours ago
    "A wedding-cake!" Susan stared. Rilla had, without any warning, brought her a war-baby once upon a time. Was she now, with equal suddenness, going to produce a husband?
  • ft.lenehas quoted2 hours ago
    Why?" briefly demanded the organizer of the Junior Red Cross and the transporter of babies in soup tureens
  • ft.lenehas quoted2 hours ago
    Gilbert, did I ever tell you of that time, years ago at Green Gables, when I dyed my hair? Nobody but Marilla and I knew about it."

    "Was that the reason you came out once with your hair shingled to the bone?"
  • ft.lenehas quoted2 hours ago
    Could you not?" said Susan
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