You tell young Mrs. Doctor not to worry about a single thing -- Susan is at the helm . You tell her just to think of her baby . '' Gilbert smiled rather sadly as he went away . Anne , her pale face blanched with its baptism of pain , her eyes aglow with the holy passion of motherhood , did not need to be told to think of her baby . She thought of nothing else . For a few hours she tasted of happiness so rare and exquisite that she wondered if the angels in heaven did not envy her . `` Little Joyce , '' she murmured , when Marilla came in to see the baby . `` We planned to call her that if she were a girlie . There were so many we would have liked to name her for ; we could n't choose between them , so we decided on Joyce -- we can call her Joy for short -- Joy -- it suits so well . Oh , Marilla , I thought I was happy before . Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness . THIS is the reality . '' `` You must n't talk , Anne -- wait till you 're stronger , '' said Marilla warningly . `` You know how hard it is for me NOT to talk , '' smiled Anne . At first she was too weak and too happy to notice that Gilbert and the nurse looked grave and Marilla sorrowful . Then , as subtly , and coldly , and remorselessly as a sea-fog stealing landward , fear crept into her heart . Why was not Gilbert gladder ? Why would he not talk about the baby ? Why would they not let her have it with her after that first heavenly -- happy hour ? Was -- was there anything wrong ?
`` XXXXX , '' whispered Anne imploringly , `` the baby -- is all right -- is n't she ?
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