Well , that is all the notes and there is not much else in the paper of any importance . I never take much interest in foreign parts . Who is this Archduke man who has been murdered ? '' `` What does it matter to us ? '' asked Miss Cornelia , unaware of the hideous answer to her question which destiny was even then preparing . `` Somebody is always murdering or being murdered in those Balkan States . It 's their normal condition and I do n't really think that our papers ought to print such shocking things . The Enterprise is getting far too sensational with its big headlines . Well , I must be getting home . No , Anne dearie , it 's no use asking me to stay to supper . Marshall has got to thinking that if I 'm not home for a meal it 's not worth eating -- just like a man . So off I go . Merciful goodness , Anne dearie , what is the matter with that cat ? Is he having a fit ? '' -- this , as Doc suddenly bounded to the rug at Miss Cornelia 's feet , laid back his ears , swore at her , and then disappeared with one fierce leap through the window . `` Oh , no . He 's merely turning into Mr. Hyde -- which means that we shall have rain or high wind before morning . Doc is as good as a barometer . '' `` Well , I am thankful he has gone on the rampage outside this time and not into my kitchen , '' said Susan . `` And I am going out to see about supper .
With such a crowd XXXXX we have at Ingleside now it behooves us to think about our meals betimes . ''
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