Was -- was there anything wrong ? `` Gilbert , '' whispered Anne imploringly , `` the baby -- is all right -- is n't she ? Tell me -- tell me . '' Gilbert was a long while in turning round ; then he bent over Anne and looked in her eyes . Marilla , listening fearfully outside the door , heard a pitiful , heartbroken moan , and fled to the kitchen where Susan was weeping . `` Oh , the poor lamb -- the poor lamb ! How can she bear it , Miss Cuthbert ? I am afraid it will kill her . She has been that built up and happy , longing for that baby , and planning for it . Can not anything be done nohow , Miss Cuthbert ? '' `` I 'm afraid not , Susan . Gilbert says there is no hope . He knew from the first the little thing could n't live . '' `` And it is such a sweet baby , '' sobbed Susan . `` I never saw one so white -- they are mostly red or yallow . And it opened its big eyes as if it was months old . The little , little thing ! Oh , the poor , young Mrs. Doctor ! '' At sunset the little soul that had come with the dawning went away , leaving heartbreak behind it . Miss Cornelia took the wee , white lady from the kindly but stranger hands of the nurse , and dressed the tiny waxen form in the beautiful dress Leslie had made for it .
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