Then she sat down to think things over.
The result of her thinking things over was that she went to Susan when the baby woke.
"I'm going to see what I can do, Susan.

I can't let that poor little thing go back to Mrs.Conover.Tell me how to wash and dress it." Under Susan's supervision Rilla bathed the baby.

Susan dared not help, other than by suggestion, for the doctor was in the living-room and might pop in at any moment.

Susan had learned by experience that when Dr.Blythe put his foot down and said a thing must be, that thing was.
Rilla set her teeth and went ahead.

In the name of goodness, how many wrinkles and kinks did a baby have?
Why, there wasn't enough of it to take hold of.