Rilla was stiff and sore after her tumble and walk of the night before but she was not long in dressing herself and Jims . When she went down to the kitchen she found a smoking hot breakfast on the table . Mr. Chapley was nowhere in sight and Mrs. Chapley was cutting bread with a sulky air . Mrs. Matilda Pitman was sitting in an armchair , knitting a grey army sock . She still wore her bonnet and her triumphant expression . `` Set right in , dears , and make a good breakfast , '' she said . `` I am not hungry , '' said Rilla almost pleadingly . `` I do n't think I can eat anything . And it is time I was starting for the station . The morning train will soon be along . Please excuse me and let us go -- I 'll take a piece of bread and butter for Jims . '' Mrs. Matilda Pitman shook a knitting-needle playfully at Rilla . `` Sit down and take your breakfast , '' she said . `` Mrs. Matilda Pitman commands you . Everybody obeys Mrs. Matilda Pitman -- even Robert and Amelia . You must obey her too . '' Rilla did obey her . She sat down and , such was the influence of Mrs. Matilda Pitman 's mesmeric eye , she ate a tolerable breakfast . The obedient Amelia never spoke ; Mrs. Matilda Pitman did not speak either ; but she knitted furiously and chuckled . When Rilla had finished , Mrs. Matilda Pitman rolled up her sock .
`` Now you can go if you want to , '' she said , `` but you do n't have XXXXX go .
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