Running the Junior Reds would be much more interesting . Mrs. Blythe was saying upstairs , `` Susan , do you remember that first day Jem lifted up his little arms to me and called me ` mo'er ' -- the very first word he ever tried to say ? '' `` You could not mention anything about that blessed baby that I do not and will not remember till my dying day , '' said Susan drearily . `` Susan , I keep thinking today of once when he cried for me in the night . He was just a few months old . Gilbert did n't want me to go to him -- he said the child was well and warm and that it would be fostering bad habits in him . But I went -- and took him up -- I can feel that tight clinging of his little arms round my neck yet . Susan , if I had n't gone that night , twenty-one years ago , and taken my baby up when he cried for me I could n't face tomorrow morning . '' `` I do not know how we are going to face it anyhow , Mrs. Dr. dear . But do not tell me that it will be the final farewell . He will be back on leave before he goes overseas , will he not ? '' `` We hope so but we are not very sure . I am making up my mind that he will not , so that there will be no disappointment to bear . Susan , I am determined that I will send my boy off tomorrow with a smile . He shall not carry away with him the remembrance of a weak mother who had not the courage to send when he had the courage to go . I hope none of us will cry . '' `` I am not going to cry , Mrs. Dr. dear , and that you may tie to , but whether I shall manage to smile or not will be as Providence ordains and as the pit of my stomach feels . Have you room there for this fruit-cake ? And the shortbread ? And the mince-pie ?
That blessed boy shall not starve , XXXXX they have anything to eat in that Quebec place or not .
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