He really didn't care a bit whether she were tired or not, she thought.
"Kenneth," she ventured timidly, "you don't think this war will matter much to us in Canada, do you ?" "Matter?
Of course it will matter to the lucky fellows who will be able to take a hand.

I won't--thanks to this confounded ankle.

Rotten luck, I call it." "I don't see why we should fight England's battles," cried Rilla.
"She's quite able to fight them herself." "That isn't the point.

We are part of the British Empire.

It's a family affair.