`` Well , then , '' said Mrs. Matilda Pitman , throwing open the door , `` your conveyance is ready for you . I told Robert he must hitch up and drive you to the station . I enjoy making Robert do things . It 's almost the only sport I have left . I 'm over eighty and most things have lost their flavour except bossing Robert . '' Robert sat before the door on the front seat of a trim , double-seated , rubber-tired buggy . He must have heard every word his mother-in-law said but he gave no sign . `` I do wish , '' said Rilla , plucking up what little spirit she had left , `` that you would let me -- oh -- ah -- '' then she quailed again before Mrs. Matilda Pitman 's eye -- `` recompense you for -- for -- '' `` Mrs. Matilda Pitman said before -- and meant it -- that she does n't take pay for entertaining strangers , nor let other people where she lives do it , much as their natural meanness would like to do it . You go along to town and do n't forget to call the next time you come this way . Do n't be scared . Not that you are scared of much , I reckon , considering the way you sassed Robert back this morning . I like your spunk . Most girls nowadays are such timid , skeery creeturs . When I was a girl I was n't afraid of nothing nor nobody . Mind you take good care of that boy . He ai n't any common child . And make Robert drive round all the puddles in the road . I wo n't have that new buggy splashed . '' As they drove away Jims threw kisses at Mrs. Matilda Pitman as long as he could see her , and Mrs. Matilda Pitman waved her sock back at him . Robert spoke no word , either good or bad , all the way to the station , but he remembered the puddles .
When Rilla got out XXXXX the siding she thanked him courteously .
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