She had not heard from him for a long while . Had he forgotten her completely ? If he did not come she would know that he had . Perhaps there was even -- some other girl back there in Toronto . Of course there was . She was a little fool to be thinking about him at all . She would not think about him . If he came , well and good . It would only be courteous of him to make a farewell call at Ingleside where he had often been a guest . If he did not come -- well and good , too . It did not matter very much . Nobody was going to fret . That was all settled comfortably -- she was quite indifferent -- but meanwhile Jims was being fed with a haste and recklessness that would have filled the soul of Morgan with horror . Jims himself did n't like it , being a methodical baby , accustomed to swallowing spoonfuls with a decent interval for breath between each . He protested , but his protests availed him nothing . Rilla , as far as the care and feeding of infants was concerned , was utterly demoralized . Then the telephone-bell rang . There was nothing unusual about the telephone ringing . It rang on an average every ten minutes at Ingleside . But Rilla dropped Jims ' spoon again -- on the carpet this time -- and flew to the ` phone as if life depended on her getting there before anybody else .
XXXXX , his patience exhausted , lifted up his voice and wept .
Ingleside Jims Morgan Nobody Rilla Toronto haste nothing spoonfuls telephone-bell