Matilda Pitman said, and as I have always believed,
he is no common child and he has no common destiny in store for him.
"At all events he is provided for, and in such a fashion that Jim
Anderson can't squander his inheritance if he wanted to. Now, if the new
English stepmother is only a good sort I shall feel quite easy about the
future of my war-baby.
"I wonder what Robert and Amelia think of it. I fancy they will nail
down their windows when they leave home after this!"
CHAPTER XXXIII
VICTORY!
"A day 'of chilling winds and gloomy skies,'" Rilla quoted one Sunday
afternoon--the sixth of October to be exact. It was so cold that they
had lighted a fire in the living-room and the merry little flames were
doing their best to counteract the outside dourness. "It's more like
November than October--November is such an ugly month."
Cousin Sophia was there, having again forgiven Susan, and Mrs. Martin
Clow, who was not visiting on Sunday but had dropped in to borrow
Susan's cure for rheumatism--that being cheaper than getting one from
the doctor. "I'm afeared we're going to have an airly winter," foreboded
Cousin Sophia. "The muskrats are building awful big houses round the
pond, and that's a sign that never fails. Dear me, how that child has
grown!" Cousin Sophia sighed again, as if it were an unhappy
circumstance that a child should grow. "When do you expect his father?"
"Next week," said Rilla.
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