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CHAPTER IX
DOC HAS A MISADVENTURE
"The war will not be over before next spring now," said Dr. Blythe, when
it became apparent that the long battle of the Aisne had resulted in a
stalemate.
Rilla was murmuring "knit four, purl one" under her breath, and rocking
the baby's cradle with one foot. Morgan disapproved of cradles for
babies but Susan did not, and it was worth while to make some slight
sacrifice of principle to keep Susan in good humour. She laid down her
knitting for a moment and said, "Oh, how can we bear it so long?"--then
picked up her sock and went on. The Rilla of two months before would
have rushed off to Rainbow Valley and cried.
Miss Oliver sighed and Mrs. Blythe clasped her hands for a moment. Then
Susan said briskly, "Well, we must just gird up our loins and pitch in.
Business as usual is England's motto, they tell me, Mrs. Dr. dear, and I
have taken it for mine, not thinking I could easily find a better. I
shall make the same kind of pudding today I always make on Saturday. It
is a good deal of trouble to make, and that is well, for it will employ
my thoughts. I will remember that Kitchener is at the helm and Joffer is
doing very well for a Frenchman. I shall get that box of cake off to
little Jem and finish that pair of socks today likewise. A sock a day is
my allowance. Old Mrs. Albert Mead of Harbour Head manages a pair and a
half a day but she has nothing to do but knit.
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