Still, having Nan and Di and Walter and Shirley home helped in the enduring of things.

A letter and book came for her from Kenneth Ford, too; some sentences in the letter made her cheeks burn and her heart beat--until the last paragraph, which sent an icy chill over everything.
"My ankle is about as good as new.

I'll be fit to join up in a couple of months more, Rilla-my-Rilla.

It will be some feeling to get into khaki all right.

Little Ken will be able to look the whole world in the face then and owe not any man.