When he saw Rilla he turned abruptly away; then as abruptly he turned and came back to her.
"Rilla-my-Rilla, what are you thinking of ?" "Everything is so changed, Walter," said Rilla wistfully.

"Even you--you're changed.

A week ago we were all so happy--and--and--now I just can't find myself at all.

I'm lost." Walter sat down on a neighbouring stone and took Rilla's little appealing hand.
"I'm afraid our old world has come to an end, Rilla.

We've got to face that fact." "It's so terrible to think of Jem," pleaded Rilla.