I'm here for a look-in. Can I come up to Ingleside tonight
and see you?"
"Of courthe."
Had he used "you" in the singular or plural sense? Presently she would
wring Jims' neck--oh, what was Ken saying?
"See here, Rilla, can you arrange that there won't be more than a few
dozen people round? Understand? I can't make my meaning clearer over
this bally rural line. There are a dozen receivers down."
Did she understand! Yes, she understood.
"I'll try," she said.
"I'll be up about eight then. By-by."
Rilla hung up the 'phone and flew to Jims. But she did not wring that
injured infant's neck. Instead she snatched him bodily out of his chair,
crushed him against her face, kissed him rapturously on his milky mouth,
and danced wildly around the room with him in her arms. After this Jims
was relieved to find that she returned to sanity, gave him the rest of
his dinner properly, and tucked him away for his afternoon nap with the
little lullaby he loved best of all. She sewed at Red Cross shirts for
the rest of the afternoon and built a crystal castle of dreams, all
a-quiver with rainbows. Ken wanted to see her--to see her alone. That
could be easily managed. Shirley wouldn't bother them, father and mother
were going to the Manse, Miss Oliver never played gooseberry, and Jims
always slept the clock round from seven to seven. She would entertain
Ken on the veranda--it would be moonlight--she would wear her white
georgette dress and do her hair up--yes, she would--at least in a low
knot at the nape of her neck.
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