Walter comes back to Ingleside but can life be completely happy as before and how is Walter possibly alive?
The most unexpected happening.
On a dark stormy night in December
the winds howled and the waters raged as if it was being angry at all the rain that fell into it, the trees' swayed with fury and the sky was black with anger, whilst a young man dressed in a khaki didn't notice any of this for it was unpleasant and he could think of sad things anymore. He was walking on a lane which leads to the Glen St. Mary village. He was exhausted and tired but he had a pleasant dreamy smile on his face for he could see light shining from the Ingleside house. Wearily he walked and walked on towards the house muttering...."home, home" as he continued. Upon reaching Ingleside he expressed his immense happiness with trying to shout but he was too weak
And weary and his eyelids closed at the door of the house.
Inside the household Rilla Blythe a young lady of twenty was in her bedroom which was now lit up by the moonlight shining upon her bed thinking of all the fine things happening to her.
"I can't think of any way things could be better, life is perfect!",she said and smiled but to have a sudden frown on her face.
"I want Walter back" she said her young voice full of agony as she buried her head in the pillow filled with emotion which was breaking out as she had controlled them over two years. Her memories of her beloved brother Walter flooded her mind. Why had destiny had chosen her to be cruel to?
Just then her thoughts were interrupted by Susan Baker's voice. "Walter Blythe! Mrs. Dr dear, Walter Blythe! Dear Heavens, he is Walter Blythe!
Rilla was caught in a wave of anxiety as she heard Walter's name which brought her downstairs. There he was on the floor unconscious, a cold wind blew into Ingleside hinting what he had been through. Mrs. Blythe didn't know whether Rilla and her heart should rejoice or be filled with sorrow. After some time Walter regained his conscious to see his mother near him, near his bed saying.
"Walter though these joyful days were lovely they were not full of joy, but now it is my son, "admitted Mrs. Blythe.
"Yes mother it will splendid to see the moonlight sleep upon my bed and to hear the ….Tree Lover's chatter and see the smiling moon take shelter under the sky. I know you can see the moon all over the world but the moon looks happier at Ingleside." replied Walter.
Susan baker shook her head upon hearing this, she never understood what she called Mother-Son Blythe talk, all the same she was happy that Walter was home. When she received news of his death she took it as badly 'Mrs. Dr. Dear'. She was part of the family and shared every moment with the Blythes. She was their comfort and source of hope during the past years.
"Mrs. Dr. Dear I...I'll get the breakfast ready' said Susan who felt like an intruder breaking into a very important conversation.
Meanwhile Rilla was sitting on a chair eyeing Walter talking to her mother then to her father then to her sisters…..
Urrgh, she thought. Then she saw Ken Ford's face outside waving to her.
"Uh, I'll be back thoon" she lisped ,this lisping so irritating she must not lisp in front of Ken thought Rilla. Her face blushing her eyes smiling but in her night gown she questioned them anxiously about her appearance.
"Is, there any need to ask, Rilla my Rilla?" said Walter
At last he had noticed her at last the fullness of joy was killing the dull ache in her heart, Walter didn't forget completely about her, things would regains its old ways, now her lisping couldn't even spoil this wonderful moment. Just then a tall young man whose holidays had just begun, called out
" Hello Rilla my …Spider!"
Rilla ignored him while Walter questioned Jem the oldest Ingleside son , with dark eyes and reddish hair.
"Jem do you still mortify Rilla?" Walter smiling at him.
Rilla simply walked outside to see Ken Ford. He was smiling his radiant smile and the sun lit up his face.
"Rilla my Rilla, what is happening?",he asked her ,hearing all the noise Jem was making, truly was it him or Dog Monday but a languishing dog like him couldn't do that.
"You wouldn't believe it" answered Rilla "The most amazing, unexpected and lovely and amazing and and….amazing thing happened."
"Of course I would Rilla, but what is it?" he asked
"Walter is alive, he is in, flesh true flesh, he is alive truly he is he is alive, Ken" she said her eyes full of wonder just to be shattered in depths of despair as Ken replied.
"You're lying"
Rilla was about to burst with fury, how could Ken Ford not believe her. Wait, she thought, if she gets angry she might lisp so with full control over her voice and with stress on every word she said:
"You.. Better...believe …. Me…this….is ….real… Walter is
Absolutely alive!!! Go s...Ssth…see for yourself" she said her manner of talking making her sound much more furious. Ken eyed her as he knocked on the door. Walter saw his face peeping through the gap and said "Kenneth Ford!"
Rilla stayed outside and walked about but one thought struck her: how is Walter alive?