"Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?" he asking, meaningly.
Emotion shook Rilla from head to foot. Joy -- happiness -- sorrow -- fear -- every passion that had wrung her heart in those four long years seemed to surge up in her soul for a moment as the deeps of being were stirred. She tried to speak; at first her voice would not come. Then --
"Yeth," said Rilla.
From Rilla of Ingleside.
By one of the best female authors ever.
TOMORROW: The final of Photoframes and another short story...