`` You was n't hoping the man would be killed ! '' cried Cousin Sophia in horrified accents . `` No -- no -- no ! I just hoped he would go on forgetting about Jims , Mrs. Crawford . '' `` And then your pa would have the expense of raising him , '' said Cousin Sophia reprovingly . `` You young creeturs are terrible thoughtless . '' Jims himself ran in at this juncture , so rosy and curly and kissable , that he extorted a qualified compliment even from Cousin Sophia . `` He 's a reel healthy-looking child now , though mebbee his colour is a mite too high -- sorter consumptive looking , as you might say . I never thought you 'd raise him when I saw him the day after you brung him home . I reely did not think it was in you and I told Albert 's wife so when I got home . Albert 's wife says , says she , ` There 's more in Rilla Blythe than you 'd think for , Aunt Sophia . ' Them was her very words . ` More in Rilla Blythe than you 'd think for . ' Albert 's wife always had a good opinion of you . '' Cousin Sophia sighed , as if to imply that Albert 's wife stood alone in this against the world . But Cousin Sophia really did not mean that . She was quite fond of Rilla in her own melancholy way ; but young creeturs had to be kept down . If they were not kept down society would be demoralized . `` Do you remember your walk home from the light two years ago tonight ? '' whispered Gertrude Oliver to Rilla , teasingly .
`` I should think I do , '' smiled XXXXX ; and then her smile grew dreamy and absent ; she was remembering something else -- that hour with Kenneth on the sandshore .
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