`` May I have this to -- to lay him in ? '' she asked . `` Well , ` tai n't mine but I guess yez kin take it . Do n't smash it if yez can help -- Jim might make a fuss about it if he comes back alive -- which he sure will , seein ' he ai n't any good . He brung that old tureen out from England with him -- said it 'd always been in the family . Him and Min never used it -- never had enough soup to put in it -- but Jim thought the world of it . He was mighty perticuler about some things but did n't worry him none that there were n't much in the way o ' eatables to put in the dishes . '' For the first time in her life Rilla Blythe touched a baby -- lifted it -- rolled it in a blanket , trembling with nervousness lest she drop it or -- or -- break it . Then she put it in the soup tureen . `` Is there any fear of it smothering ? '' she asked anxiously . `` Not much odds if it do , '' said Mrs. Conover . Horrified Rilla loosened the blanket round the baby 's face a little . The mite had stopped crying and was blinking up at her . It had big dark eyes in its ugly little face . `` Better not let the wind blow on it , '' admonished Mrs. Conover . `` Take its breath if it do . '' Rilla wrapped the tattered little quilt around the soup tureen . `` Will you hand this to me after I get into the buggy , please ? '' `` Sure I will , '' said Mrs. Conover , getting up with a grunt .
And so it was that Rilla Blythe , who had driven to the Anderson house a self-confessed hater XXXXX babies , drove away from it carrying one in a soup tureen on her lap !
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