It did not seem that strife could be in the world , and Susan 's faithful heart was lulled into a brief forgetfulness , although she had lain awake most of the preceding night thinking of little Jem far out on the Atlantic , where the great fleet was carrying Canada 's first army across the ocean . Even Cousin Sophia looked less melancholy than usual and admitted that there was not much fault to be found in the day , although there was no doubt it was a weather-breeder and there would be an awful storm on its heels . `` Things is too calm to last , '' she said . As if in confirmation of her assertion , a most unearthly din suddenly arose behind them . It was quite impossible to describe the confused medley of bangs and rattles and muffled shrieks and yowls that proceeded from the kitchen , accompanied by occasional crashes . Susan and Cousin Sophia stared at each other in dismay . `` What upon airth has bruk loose in there ? '' gasped Cousin Sophia . `` It must be that Hyde-cat gone clean mad at last , '' muttered Susan . `` I have always expected it . '' Rilla came flying out of the side door of the living-room . `` What has happened ? '' she demanded . `` It is beyond me to say , but that possessed beast of yours is evidently at the bottom of it , '' said Susan . `` Do not go near him , at least . I will open the door and peep in . There goes some more of the crockery . I have always said that the devil was in him and that I will tie to . '' `` It is my opinion that the cat has hydrophobia , '' said Cousin Sophia solemnly . `` I once heard of a cat that went mad and bit three people -- and they all died a most terrible death , and turned black as ink . ''
Undismayed by this , XXXXX opened the door and looked in .
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