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RILLA OF INGLESIDE

rest of my life. I thought I had killed her—I remembered that her mother had died very suddenly from heart failure when quite a young woman. It seemed years to me before I discovered that her heart was still beating. A pretty time I had! I never saw anybody faint before and I knew there was nobody up at the house to help, because everybody else had gone to the station to meet Di and Nan coming home from Redmond. But I knew—theoretically—how people in a faint should be treated, and now I know it practically. Luckily the brook was handy and after I had worked frantically over her for awhile Gertrude came back to life. She never said one word about my news and I didn’t dare to refer to it again. I helped her walk up through the maple grove and up to her room, and then she said, ‘Rob—is—living,’ as if the words were torn out of her, and flung herself on her bed and cried and cried and cried. I never saw any one cry so before. All the tears that she hadn’t shed all that week came then. She cried most of last night, I think, but her face this morning looked as if she had seen a vision of some kind, and we were all so happy that we were almost afraid.

“Di and Nan are home for a couple of weeks. Then they go back to Red Cross work in the training camp at Kingsport. I envy them. Father says I’m doing just as good work here, with Jims and my Junior Reds. But it lacks the romance theirs must have.

“Kut has fallen. It was almost a relief when it did fall, we had been dreading it so long. It crushed us flat for a day and then we picked up and put it behind us. Cousin Sophia was as gloomy as usual and