Oh, how happy they had been then! Well--Rilla scrambled to her feet--time was up.

Jims would soon be awake--his lunch had to be prepared--his little slips had to be ironed--there was a committee meeting of the Junior Reds that night--there was her new knitting bag to finish--it would be the handsomest bag in the Junior Society--handsomer even than Irene Howard's--she must get home and get to work.

She was busy these days from morning till night.

That little monkey of a Jims took so much time.

But he was growing--he was certainly growing.