When I heard the doctor tell Rilla that she must take care of the baby I thought he was joking, for I did not believe for a minute she would or could do it.

But you see what has happened and it is making a woman of her.

When we have to do a thing, Mrs.Dr.dear, we can do it." Susan added another proof to this concluding dictum of hers one day in October.

The doctor and his wife were away.

Rilla was presiding over Jims' afternoon siesta upstairs, purling four and knitting one with ceaseless vim.