So James Kitchener Anderson became the possessor of a name somewhat more imposing than himself . The Ingleside family promptly shortened it to Jims , but Susan obstinately called him `` Little Kitchener '' and nothing else . `` Jims is no name for a Christian child , Mrs. Dr. dear , '' she said disapprovingly . `` Cousin Sophia says it is too flippant , and for once I consider she utters sense , though I would not please her by openly agreeing with her . As for the child , he is beginning to look something like a baby , and I must admit that Rilla is wonderful with him , though I would not pamper pride by saying so to her face . Mrs. Dr. dear , I shall never , no never , forget the first sight I had of that infant , lying in that big soup tureen , rolled up in dirty flannel . It is not often that Susan Baker is flabbergasted , but flabbergasted I was then , and that you may tie to . For one awful moment I thought my mind had given way and that I was seeing visions . Then thinks I , ` No , I never heard of anyone having a vision of a soup tureen , so it must be real at least , ' and I plucked up confidence . When I heard the doctor tell Rilla that she must take care of the baby I thought he was joking , for I did not believe for a minute she would or could do it . But you see what has happened and it is making a woman of her . When we have to do a thing , Mrs. Dr. dear , we can do it . '' Susan added another proof to this concluding dictum of hers one day in October . The doctor and his wife were away . Rilla was presiding over Jims ' afternoon siesta upstairs , purling four and knitting one with ceaseless vim . Susan was seated on the back veranda , shelling beans , and Cousin Sophia was helping her . Peace and tranquility brooded over the Glen ; the sky was fleeced over with silvery , shining clouds . Rainbow Valley lay in a soft , autumnal haze of fairy purple . The maple grove was a burning bush of colour and the hedge of sweet-briar around the kitchen yard was a thing of wonder in its subtle tintings . It did not seem that strife could be in the world , and Susan 's faithful heart was lulled into a brief forgetfulness , although she had lain awake most of the preceding night thinking of little Jem far out on the Atlantic , where the great fleet was carrying Canada 's first army across the ocean .
Even Cousin Sophia looked less melancholy than usual and admitted XXXXX there was not much fault to be found in the day , although there was no doubt it was a weather-breeder and there would be an awful storm on its heels .
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