She would look after this
detestable little animal if it killed her. She would get a book on baby
hygiene and be beholden to nobody. She would never go to father for
advice--she wouldn't bother mother--and she would only condescend to
Susan in dire extremity. They would all see!
Thus it came about that Mrs. Blythe, when she returned home two nights
later and asked Susan where Rilla was, was electrified by Susan's
composed reply.
"She's upstairs, Mrs. Dr. dear, putting her baby to bed."
CHAPTER VIII
RILLA DECIDES
Families and individuals alike soon become used to new conditions and
accept them unquestioningly. By the time a week had elapsed it seemed as
it the Anderson baby had always been at Ingleside. After the first three
distracted nights Rilla began to sleep again, waking automatically to
attend to her charge on schedule time. She bathed and fed and dressed it
as skilfully as if she had been doing it all her life. She liked neither
her job nor the baby any the better; she still handled it as gingerly as
if it were some kind of a small lizard, and a breakable lizard at that;
but she did her work thoroughly and there was not a cleaner,
better-cared-for infant in Glen St. Mary. She even took to weighing the
creature every day and jotting the result down in her diary; but
sometimes she asked herself pathetically why unkind destiny had ever led
her down the Anderson lane on that fatal day.
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