Rilla of Ingleside

d as it the Anderson baby had always been at Ingleside. After the first three distracted nights Rilla began to sleep again, waking automat

St. Mary. She even took to weighing the creature every day and jotting the result down in her diary; but sometimes she asked herself pathetically why unkind destiny had ever led her down the Anderson lane on that fatal day. Shirley, Nan, and Di did not t

w infant, Rilla-my-Rilla, than it would be for Jem to face a m

approval; nevertheless, she wrote

; but I knew he wouldn't stand for my being out half the night and leaving Susan or mother to see to the baby. I suppose it was just as well, because the thing did take colic-or something-about one o'clock. It didn't kick or stiffen out, so I knew that, according to Morgan, it wasn't crying for temper; and it wasn't hungry and no pins were sticking in it. It screamed till it was black in the face; I got up and heated water and put the hot-water bottle on its stomach, and it howled worse than ever and drew up its poor wee

he has so much to bear now. Mr. Grant is at Valcartier, too, and Miss Oliver feels it dreadfully, though she is splendid about it. She thinks he will never come back and her eyes just break my heart-they are so tragic. She said it wasn't the baby that woke her-she hadn't been able to

heir first names-behind their backs. And she is sly and two-faced. Una doesn't mind, of course. She is willing to do anything that comes to hand and never minds whether she has an office or not. She is just a perfect angel, while I am only angelic in spots and demonic in other spots. I wish Walter wou

to me ever since and it makes me feel miserable. I wonder if mother and Mrs. Elliott have problems in the Senior Society too. I suppose they have, but they just go on calmly in spite of everything. I go on-but not calmly-I rage and cry-but I

iled. Three days after Jem had gone Walter went down and brought Monday home by main force in the buggy and shut him up for three days

orm, wagging his tail expectantly, and tear around to every one who comes off the train. And then, when the train goes and he realizes that Jem has not come, he creeps dejectedly back to his shed, with his disappointed eyes, and lies down patiently to wait for the next train. Mr. Gray, the station master,

er at the manse, and I didn't see Kenneth. Not that it matters; he told Nan to say good-bye to Spider for him and tell me not to forget him wholly in my absorbing maternal duties. If he cou

ose and his conversation is too much for me and I want to shriek with laughter. It is really not fair, because everything he said was perfectly charming and if somebody like Kenneth had said it I would have been enraptured. When I listened to him with my eyes cast down I was quite fascinated; but as soon as I looked up and saw his nos

she had had time to be. She missed Walter keenly; since their talk in Rainbow Valley they had grown very near together and Rilla discussed problems with Walter which she never mentioned to others. But she was so busy with the Junior Reds and her baby that ther

ent to Hopetown?" the doctor asked one day tw

rammelled nights back again. But-but-that poor young mother who hadn't wanted it to go to the asylum! Rilla couldn't get that out of her thoughts. And

tn't live if it went

od it may be, doesn't always succeed with delicate babies.

. "I think we'd better wait until we hear from its father anyhow. He mightn't want

ed, satisfied smiles behind Rilla's back;

rom Paris. Horrible tales were beginning to appear in the papers of deeds do

ailing. "We study the maps and nip the whole Hun army in a few well-directed strate

some mighty hand yet interv

me home and shut myself in my room and walk the floor. I am wearing

had taken to reading the newspapers and had learned more about the geography of northern France, if not ab

the war is over and Germany has won-and they tell me Whiskers-on-the-moon says the same thing and is quite pleased about it, but I could tell them b

h navy doing more?" p

and I shall not, Tomascow and Mobbage and all such barbarous names to the contrary notwiths

really more like

ench names,"

the church there," sighed Cousin Sophia. "I

ng the babies, Mrs. Dr. dear, I just thought, 'Oh, what if it were our little Jem!' I was stirring the soup when that thought came to me and

ouls that are always tied to the stake, burning in the suffering of the world around them. Apart from her own personal interest in the war,

rom the office waving the Enterprise with its big red headlines. Susan ran out with trembling hands to hoi

uched them-'thus far-no farther',

saved-the war was over-Germany had lost-there would soon be an en

t I hope your poor little white mother knows that you're tucked in a soft basket with a bottle of milk as rich as Morgan allows instead of perishing by inches with old Meg Conover. And I hope she doesn't know that I nearly drowned you that first morning when Susan wasn't there and I let you slip right out of my hands into the water. Why will you be so slippery? No, I don't like