Nobody noticed Rilla 's flushed face and trembling hands . Even the most thoughtful and watchful of parents do not see everything that goes on under their very noses . Rilla made a third attempt to give the long-suffering Jims his dinner , but all she could think of was the question -- Would Ken come to see her before he went away ? 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 .
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