Rilla of Ingleside

said Dr. Blythe, when it became apparent that the l

n did not, and it was worth while to make some slight sacrifice of principle to keep Susan in good humour. She laid down her knitting for a moment and sai

she has been bed-rid for years and she has been worrying terrible because she was no good to anybody and a dreadful expense, and yet could not die and be out of the way. And now they tell me she is quite chirked up and resigned to living because there is something she can do, and she knits for the soldiers from daylight to dark. Even Cousin Sophia has taken to knitting, Mrs. Dr. dear, and it is a good thing, for she cannot think of quite so many doleful speeches to make when her hands are busy with her needles instead of being folded on her stomach. She thinks we will all be Germans this time next year but I tell her it will take more than a year to make a German out of me. Do you know that Rick MacAllister has enlisted, Mrs. Dr. dear? And they say Joe Milgrave would too, only h

e world rich and poor, low and high, white

he. "Priscilla's son has gone from Japan and Stella's from Vancouver-and both the Rev. Jo's bo

not be able to get leave to come so far before they go, as they will have to s

ngs? The idea of whisking that blessed boy away to Europe without letting us even have

m-now that I know the war will not be over as soon as we hoped when he left first. Oh, if only-but no, I won

y of the field,' is running a Red Cross Society full blast and saving a little life for Canada.

Anderson," said Rilla. "He m

atter of indifference. Eventually Rilla decided to call the baby James, and Susan opined that Kitchener should be added thereto. So James Kitchener Anderson became the posse

o to her face. Mrs. Dr. dear, I shall never, no never, forget the first sight I had of that infant, lying in that big soup tureen, rolled up in dirty flannel. It is not often that Susan Baker is flabbergasted, but flabbergasted I was then, and that you may tie to. For one awful moment I thought my mind had given way and that I was seeing visions. Then thinks I, 'No, I never hear

over with silvery, shining clouds. Rainbow Valley lay in a soft, autumnal haze of fairy purple. The maple grove was a burning bush of colour and the hedge of sweet-briar around the kitchen yard was a thing of wonder in its subtle tintings. It did not seem that strife could be in the world, and Susan's faithful heart was lulled into a brief forgetfulness, although she had lai

o calm to las

ssible to describe the confused medley of bangs and rattles and muffled shrieks and yowls that proceeded f

bruk loose in there?"

clean mad at last," muttered Su

ut of the side door

appened?" s

" said Susan. "Do not go near him, at least. I will open the door and peep in. There goes so

solemnly. "I once heard of a cat that went mad and bit three peopl

ong dresser where Susan's array of cooking bowls had been marshalled in shining state. Around the kitchen tore a frantic cat, with his head wedged tightly in an old salmon ca

la doubled up with laughter. Su

at she brought from Green Gables when she was married. That is no small calamity, i

Sophia, galvanized into animation. "It might be yo

"That beast is in torment, and whatever my opinion of him may be, I cannot endure to see him s

l, rolled in the coat. Anything like Doc's shrieks while the process was going on was never heard at Ingleside. Susan was in mortal dread that the Albert Crawfords would hear it and conclude she was torturing the creature to death. Doc was a wrathful and indignant cat when he was freed. E

t, in spite of all warnings, they cannot complain when their wedding bowls get broken. Things have come to a pretty pass when an ho