`` Before this , I have always been able to escape from the hard things of life for a little while by going into dreamland , and coming back like a giant refreshed . But I ca n't escape from this . '' `` Nor I , '' said Mrs. Blythe . `` I hate going to bed now . All my life I 've liked going to bed , to have a gay , mad , splendid half-hour of imagining things before sleeping . Now I imagine them still . But such different things . '' `` I am rather glad when the time comes to go to bed , '' said Miss Oliver . `` I like the darkness because I can be myself in it -- I need n't smile or talk bravely . But sometimes my imagination gets out of hand , too , and I see what you do -- terrible things -- terrible years to come . '' `` I am very thankful that I never had any imagination to speak of , '' said Susan . `` I have been spared that . I see by this paper that the Crown Prince is killed again . Do you suppose there is any hope of his staying dead this time ? And I also see that Woodrow Wilson is going to write another note . I wonder , '' concluded Susan , with the bitter irony she had of late begun to use when referring to the poor President , `` if that man 's schoolmaster is alive . '' In January Jims was five months old and Rilla celebrated the anniversary by shortening him . `` He weighs fourteen pounds , '' she announced jubilantly . `` Just exactly what he should weigh at five months , according to Morgan . '' There was no longer any doubt in anybody 's mind that Jims was getting positively pretty .
His little cheeks were round and firm and faintly pink , his eyes were big and bright , his tiny paws had dimples XXXXX the root of every finger .
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