Lucy Maud Montgomery,
Rilla of Ingleside
(1921)
“ No one at Ingleside ever got up in the morning without a sudden piercing wonder over what the day might bring. “And I used to welcome the mornings so,” thought Rilla. Yet the round of life and duty went steadily on and every week or so some one else went into khaki from the Glen lads who had just the other day been rollicking schoolboys. “It is bitter cold out tonight, Mrs. Dr. dear,” said Susan, coming in out of the clear starlit crispness of the Canadian winter twilight. “I wonder if the boys in the trenches are warm.” “How everything comes back to this war,” cried Gertrude Oliver. ”
