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Today we'll be continuing rilla of Ingleside by Lucy Maud Montgomery.

Chapter 34 mr.

Hyde goes to his.

Own place and Susan takes a honeymoon.

Early in November, Jim's left Ingleside.

Rilla saw him go with many tears, but a heart free from boating.

Mrs.

Jim Anderson, number two, was such a nice little woman that one was rather inclined to wonder at the luck which bestowed her on Jim.

She was rosy faced and blue eyed and wholesome, with the roundness and trigness of a geranium leaf.

Rilla saw at first glance that she was to be trusted with Jim's.

I'm fond of children, Miss, she said heartily.

I'm used to them.

I've left six little brothers and sisters behind me.

Jim's is a dear child, and I must say you've done wonders in bringing him up so healthy and handsome.

I'll be as good to him as.

If he was my own, Miss.

And I'll make Jim toe the line, all right.

He's a good worker.

All he needs is someone to keep him at it and to take charge of his money.

We've rented a little farm just out of the village, and we're going to settle down there.

Jim wanted to stay in England, but I says no.

I hankered to try a new country, and I've always thought Canada would suit me.

I'm so glad you're going to live near us.

You'll let Jim's come here often, won't you.

I love him dearly.

No doubt you do, miss, for a lovable or child I never did see.

We understand, Jim and me, what you've done for him.

And you won't find us ungrateful.

He can come here whenever you want him.

And I'll always be glad of any advice from you about his bringing up.

He is more your baby than anyone.

Else'S, I should say.

And I'll see that you get your fair share of him, miss.

So Jims went away with the soup tureen, though not in it.

Then the news of the armistice came and even Glenn St.

Mary went mad that night.

The village had a bonfire and burned.

The Kaiser in effigy.

The fishing village boys turned out and.

Burned all the sand hills off in.

One grand, glorious conflagration that extended for 7 miles.

Up at Ingleside, Rilla ran laughing to her room.

Now I'm going to do a most.

Unladylike and inexcusable thing, she said as she pulled her green velvet hat out of its box.

I'm going to kick this hat about the room until it is without form and void.

And I shall never, as long as I live, wear anything of that shade of green again.

You've certainly kept your vow pluckily, laughed Miss Oliver.

It wasn't pluck.

It was sheer obstinacy.

I'm rather ashamed of it, said Rilla, kicking joyously.

I wanted to show mother.

It's mean to want to show your own mother most unfilial conduct.

But I have shown her.

And I've shown myself a few things.

Oh, Miss Oliver, just for one moment I'm really feeling quite young again.

Young and frivolous and silly.

Did I ever say November was an ugly month?

It's the most beautiful month in the whole year.

Listen to the bells ringing in Rainbow Valley.

I never heard them so clearly.

They're ringing for peace and new happiness and all the dear, sweet, sane, homey.

Things that we can have again.

Now, Miss Oliver.

Not that I am sane just now.

I don't pretend to be.

The whole world is having a little crazy spell today.

Soon we'll sober down and keep faith and begin to build up our new world.

But just for today, let's be mad and glad.

Susan came in from the outdoor sunlight looking supremely satisfied.

Mr.

Hyde is gone, she announced.

Gone?

Do you mean he is dead, Susan?

No, Mrs.

Dr, dear.

That beast is not dead.

But you will never see him again.

I feel sure of that.

Don't be so mysterious, Susan.

What has happened to him?

Well, Mrs.

Dr.

Dear, he was sitting out on the back steps this afternoon.

It was just after the news came that the armistice had been signed and.

He was looking his hideous.

I can assure you he was an awesome looking beast all at once.

Mrs.

Dr.

Dear, bruce Meredith came around the corner of the kitchen walking on his stilts.

He's been learning to walk on them lately and came over to show me how well he could do it.

Mr.

Hyde just took a look, and one bound carried him over the yard fence.

Then he went tearing through the maple grove in great leaps with his ears laid back.

You never saw a creature so terrified, Mrs.

Dr.

Dear.

He has never returned.

Oh, he'll come back, Susan, probably chastened in spirit by his fright.

We will see, Mrs.

Dr.

Dear.

We will see.

Remember, the armistice has been signed.

And that reminds me that Whiskers on the moon had a paralytic stroke last night.

I'm not saying it is a judgment on him because I'm not in the councils of the Almighty, but one can have one's own thoughts about it.

Neither whiskers on the moon or Hyde will be much more heard of in Glenn St.

Mary.

Mrs.

Dr.

Dear.

And that you may tie to Mr.

Hyde certainly was heard of no more as it could hardly have been his fright that kept him away.

The ingleside folk decided that some dark fate of shot or poison had descended on him except Susan, who believed and continued to affirm that he had merely gone to his own place.

Rilla lamented him, for she had been very fond of her stately golden p**** and had liked him quite as well in his weird hide moods as in his tame jekyll ones.

And now, Mrs.

Dr.

Dear, said Susan.

Since the fall house cleaning is over and the garden truck is all safe in cellar, I'm going to take a honeymoon to celebrate the peace.

A honeymoon, Susan?

Yes, Mrs.

Dr, dear.

A honeymoon.

Repeated Susan firmly.

I shall never be able to get a husband, but I'm not going to be cheated out of everything.

And a honeymoon I intend to have.

I'm going to Charlottetown to visit my married brother and his family.

His wife has been ailing all the fall, but nobody knows whether she's going to die or not.

She never did tell anyone what she was going to do until she did it.

That is the main reason why she was never liked in our family.

But to be on the safe side, I feel that I should visit her.

I've not been in town for over a day for 20 years and I.

Have a feeling that I might as.

Well see one of those moving pictures there's so much talk of so as not to be wholly out of the swim.

But have no fear that I shall be carried away with them, Mrs.

Dr.

Dear.

I shall be away a fortnight, if.

You can spare me so long.

You certainly deserve a good holiday, Susan.

Better take a month.

That is the proper length for a honeymoon.

No, Mrs.

Dr, dear.

A fortnight is all I require.

Besides, I must be home for at least three weeks before Christmas to make proper preparations.

We will have a Christmas.

That is a Christmas this year, Mrs.

Dr.

Dear.

Do you think there's any chance of our boys being home for it?

No, I think not, Susan.

Both Jim and Shirley write that they don't expect to be home before spring.

It may be even midsummer before Shirley comes, but Carl Meredith will be home, and NAN and Die.

And we will have a grand celebration once more.

We'll set chairs for all, Susan, as you did our first War Christmas.

Yes, for all.

For my dear lad, whose chair must always be vacant as well as for.

The others, Susan, it is not likely I would forget to set his place.

Mrs.

Dr.

Dear, said Susan, wiping her eyes as she departed to pack up for her honeymoon.

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