Keep your hand under its back , whatever you do , and keep cool . '' Keep cool ! Rilla was oozing perspiration at every pore . When the baby was dried and dressed and temporarily quieted with another bottle she was as limp as a rag . `` What must I do with it tonight , Susan ? '' A baby by day was dreadful enough ; a baby by night was unthinkable . `` Set the basket on a chair by your bed and keep it covered . You will have to feed it once or twice in the night , so you would better take the oil heater upstairs . If you can not manage it call me and I will go , doctor or no doctor . '' `` But , Susan , if it cries ? '' The baby , however , did not cry . It was surprisingly good -- perhaps because its poor little stomach was filled with proper food . It slept most of the night but Rilla did not . She was afraid to go to sleep for fear something would happen to the baby . She prepared its three o'clock ration with a grim determination that she would not call Susan . Oh , was she dreaming ? Was it really she , Rilla Blythe , who had got into this absurd predicament ? She did not care if the Germans were near Paris -- she did not care if they were in Paris -- if only the baby would n't cry or choke or smother or have convulsions . Babies did have convulsions , did n't they ? Oh , why had she forgotten to ask Susan what she must do if the baby had convulsions ?
She reflected rather bitterly XXXXX father was very considerate of mother 's and Susan 's health , but what about hers ?
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