I hope none of us will
cry."
"I am not going to cry, Mrs. Dr. dear, and that you may tie to, but
whether I shall manage to smile or not will be as Providence ordains and
as the pit of my stomach feels. Have you room there for this fruit-cake?
And the shortbread? And the mince-pie? That blessed boy shall not
starve, whether they have anything to eat in that Quebec place or not.
Everything seems to be changing all at once, does it not? Even the old
cat at the manse has passed away. He breathed his last at a quarter to
ten last night and Bruce is quite heart-broken, they tell me."
"It's time that pussy went where good cats go. He must be at least
fifteen years old. He has seemed so lonely since Aunt Martha died."
"I should not have lamented, Mrs. Dr. dear, if that Hyde-beast had died
also. He has been Mr. Hyde most of the time since Jem came home in
khaki, and that has a meaning I will maintain. I do not know what Monday
will do when Jem is gone. The creature just goes about with a human look
in his eyes that takes all the good out of me when I see it. Ellen West
used to be always railing at the Kaiser and we thought her crazy, but
now I see that there was a method in her madness. This tray is packed,
Mrs. Dr. dear, and I will go down and put in my best licks preparing
supper. I wish I knew when I would cook another supper for Jem but such
things are hidden from our eyes.
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