That was all settled comfortably--she was quite indifferent--but meanwhile Jims was being fed with a haste and recklessness that would have filled the soul of Morgan with horror.
Jims himself didn't like it, being a methodical baby, accustomed to swallowing spoonfuls with a decent interval for breath between each.

He protested, but his protests availed him nothing.

Rilla, as far as the care and feeding of infants was concerned, was utterly demoralized.
Then the telephone-bell rang.

There was nothing unusual about the telephone ringing.

It rang on an average every ten minutes at Ingleside.