exclaimed Rilla . `` Are you so pleased at finding you 're not all alone , lost in a huge , big , black room ? '' Then she knew she wanted to kiss him and she did . She kissed his silky , scented little head , she kissed his chubby little cheek , she kissed his little cold hands . She wanted to squeeze him -- to cuddle him , just as she used to squeeze and cuddle her kittens . Something delightful and yearning and brooding seemed to have taken possession of her . She had never felt like this before . In a few minutes Jims was sound asleep ; and , as Rilla listened to his soft , regular breathing and felt the little body warm and contented against her , she realized that -- at last -- she loved her war-baby . `` He has got to be -- such -- a -- darling , '' she thought drowsily , as she drifted off to slumberland herself . In February Jem and Jerry and Robert Grant were in the trenches and a little more tension and dread was added to the Ingleside life . In March `` Yiprez , '' as Susan called it , had come to have a bitter significance . The daily list of casualties had begun to appear in the papers and no one at Ingleside ever answered the telephone without a horrible cold shrinking -- for it might be the station-master phoning up to say a telegram had come from overseas . No one at Ingleside ever got up in the morning without a sudden piercing wonder over what the day might bring . `` And I used to welcome the mornings so , '' thought Rilla . Yet the round of life and duty went steadily on and every week or so one of the Glen lads who had just the other day been a rollicking schoolboy went into khaki . `` It is bitter cold out tonight , Mrs. Dr. dear , '' said Susan , coming in out of the clear starlit crispness of the Canadian winter twilight . `` I wonder if the boys in the trenches are warm . '' `` How everything comes back to this war , '' cried Gertrude Oliver . `` We ca n't get away from it -- not even when we talk of the weather . I never go out these dark cold nights myself without thinking of the men in the trenches -- not only our men but everybody 's men .
I would feel the same if there were nobody I XXXXX at the front .
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