Then she proceeded to
saw the can loose with a can-opener, while Rilla held the squirming
animal, rolled in the coat. Anything like Doc's shrieks while the
process was going on was never heard at Ingleside. Susan was in mortal
dread that the Albert Crawfords would hear it and conclude she was
torturing the creature to death. Doc was a wrathful and indignant cat
when he was freed. Evidently he thought the whole thing was a put-up job
to bring him low. He gave Susan a baleful glance by way of gratitude and
rushed out of the kitchen to take sanctuary in the jungle of the
sweet-briar hedge, where he sulked for the rest of the day. Susan swept
up her broken dishes grimly.
"The Huns themselves couldn't have worked more havoc here," she said
bitterly. "But when people will keep a Satanic animal like that, in
spite of all warnings, they cannot complain when their wedding bowls get
broken. Things have come to a pretty pass when an honest woman cannot
leave her kitchen for a few minutes without a fiend of a cat rampaging
through it with his head in a salmon can."
CHAPTER X
THE TROUBLES OF RILLA
October passed out and the dreary days of November and December dragged
by. The world shook with the thunder of contending armies; Antwerp fell
--Turkey declared war--gallant little Serbia gathered herself together
and struck a deadly blow at her oppressor; and in quiet, hill-girdled
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