It was, no doubt, a ridiculous thing to sit and cuddle a contrary war-baby when your best young man was making his farewell call, but there was nothing else to be done.
Jims was supremely happy.

He kicked his little pink-soled feet rapturously out under his white nighty and gave one of his rare laughs.
He was beginning to be a very pretty baby; his golden hair curled in silken ringlets all over his little round head and his eyes were beautiful.
"He's a decorative kiddy all right, isn't he ?" said Ken.
"His looks are very well," said Rilla, bitterly, as if to imply that they were much the best of him.

Jims, being an astute infant, sensed trouble in the atmosphere and realized that it was up to him to clear it away.

He turned his face up to Rilla, smiled adorably and said, clearly and beguilingly, "Will--Will." It was the very first time he had spoken a word or tried to speak.
Rilla was so delighted that she forgot her grudge against him.

She forgave him with a hug and kiss.