exclaimed Miss Cornelia , sympathetically . Captain Jim and Gilbert looked at each other . Then they suddenly rose and went out . `` There are times , '' said Captain Jim , between spasms , `` when it would be a sin NOT to laugh . Them two excellent women ! '' CHAPTER 19 DAWN AND DUSK In early June , when the sand hills were a great glory of pink wild roses , and the Glen was smothered in apple blossoms , Marilla arrived at the little house , accompanied by a black horsehair trunk , patterned with brass nails , which had reposed undisturbed in the Green Gables garret for half a century . Susan Baker , who , during her few weeks ' sojourn in the little house , had come to worship `` young Mrs. Doctor , '' as she called Anne , with blind fervor , looked rather jealously askance at Marilla at first . But as Marilla did not try to interfere in kitchen matters , and showed no desire to interrupt Susan 's ministrations to young Mrs. Doctor , the good handmaiden became reconciled to her presence , and told her cronies at the Glen that Miss Cuthbert was a fine old lady and knew her place . One evening , when the sky 's limpid bowl was filled with a red glory , and the robins were thrilling the golden twilight with jubilant hymns to the stars of evening , there was a sudden commotion in the little house of dreams . Telephone messages were sent up to the Glen , Doctor Dave and a white-capped nurse came hastily down , Marilla paced the garden walks between the quahog shells , murmuring prayers between her set lips , and Susan sat in the kitchen with cotton wool in her ears and her apron over her head . Leslie , looking out from the house up the brook , saw that every window of the little house was alight , and did not sleep that night . The June night was short ; but it seemed an eternity to those who waited and watched . `` Oh , will it NEVER end ? '' said Marilla ; then she saw how grave the nurse and Doctor Dave looked , and she dared ask no more questions . Suppose Anne -- but Marilla could not suppose it . `` Do not tell me , '' said Susan fiercely , answering the anguish in Marilla 's eyes , `` that God could be so cruel as to take that darling lamb from us when we all love her so much . '' `` He has taken others as well beloved , '' said Marilla hoarsely . But at dawn , when the rising sun rent apart the mists hanging over the sandbar , and made rainbows of them , joy came to the little house . Anne was safe , and a wee , white lady , with her mother 's big eyes , was lying beside her . Gilbert , his face gray and haggard from his night 's agony , came down to tell Marilla and Susan .
`` Thank God , '' shuddered XXXXX .
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