Susan dared not help , other than by suggestion , for the doctor was in the living-room and might pop in at any moment . Susan had learned by experience that when Dr. Blythe put his foot down and said a thing must be , that thing was . Rilla set her teeth and went ahead . In the name of goodness , how many wrinkles and kinks did a baby have ? Why , there was n't enough of it to take hold of . Oh , suppose she let it slip into the water -- it was so wobbly ! If it would only stop howling like that ! How could such a tiny morsel make such an enormous noise . Its shrieks could be heard over Ingleside from cellar to attic . `` Am I really hurting it much , Susan , do you suppose ? '' she asked piteously . `` No , dearie . Most new babies hate like poison to be washed . You are real knacky for a beginner . 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 .
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