Walter, too, was quiet and dull, all through the holidays.

He showed Rilla a cruel, anonymous letter he had received at Redmond--a letter far more conspicuous for malice than for patriotic indignation.
"Nevertheless, all it says is true, Rilla." Rilla had caught it from him and thrown it into the fire.
"There isn't one word of truth in it," she declared hotly.

"Walter, you've got morbid--as Miss Oliver says she gets when she broods too long over one thing." "I can't get away from it at Redmond, Rilla.

The whole college is aflame over the war.

A perfectly fit fellow, of military age, who doesn't join up is looked upon as a shirker and treated accordingly.
Dr.Milne, the English professor, who has always made a special pet of me, has two sons in khaki; and I can feel the change in his manner towards me." "It's not fair--you're not fit." "Physically I am.