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He looked straight at her and smiled. Jims had a very dear little smile. It seemed a pity there was no mother alive to revel in it. The lady smiled back. "I think you did right," she said. "You wouldn't shut a little boy up if you had one, would you?" said Jims. "No no, dear heart, I wouldn't," said the lady. She said it as if something hurt her horribly. She smiled again gallantly.
So James Kitchener Anderson became the possessor of a name somewhat more imposing than himself. The Ingleside family promptly shortened it to Jims, but Susan obstinately called him "Little Kitchener" and nothing else. "Jims is no name for a Christian child, Mrs. Dr. dear," she said disapprovingly.
Rilla had visited her once soon after her marriage, but had not seen her or even heard of her for years; she knew, however, that she and Jims would find welcome and harbourage in any house where rosy-faced, open-hearted, generous Hannah lived. For the first mile they got on very well but the second one was harder. The road, seldom used, was rough and deep-rutted.
"No," said Uncle Walter, bending down again "no, she has only fainted, Jims overcome by the heat, I suppose. I want help. Go and call somebody." "There's no one home here to-day," said Jims, in a spasm of joy so great that it shook him like a leaf. "Then go home and telephone over to Mr. Loring's. Tell them I want the nurse who is there to come here for a few minutes." Jims did his errand.
He had read of a young knight doing that and had always thought he would like to try it if he ever got a chance. But who could dream of kissing Aunt Augusta's hands? "You dear, funny thing," said Miss Avery. "Have you thought of how you are to get back? Can you reach that pine bough from the ground?" "Maybe I can jump," said Jims dubiously. "I'm afraid not.
It was not even likely Anderson would stay in the Glen; he had no ties there now; he might even go back to England. She might never see her dear, sunshiny, carefully brought-up little Jims again. With such a father what might his fate be? Rilla meant to beg Jim Anderson to leave him with her, but, from his letter, she had not much hope that he would.
Oh, I've had a real sociable time, I assure you! One of those kind of times when every way you turn a still more hideous object confronts you; a fit of the jims minus the fun that goes before it. The first night I was so scared I didn't sleep a wink, and the spooks were so thick I dared not turn around for fear of seeing a new one.
Crawford." "And then your pa would have the expense of raising him," said Cousin Sophia reprovingly. "You young creeturs are terrible thoughtless." Jims himself ran in at this juncture, so rosy and curly and kissable, that he extorted a qualified compliment even from Cousin Sophia.
How goes it, Jim? What's the good word, Mary? What you doing here, Charity, and all in black? Oh, I have to get out or go mad." Kedzie, eavesdropping on the chatter, wondered at the commonplace names and the small-town conversation. With such costumes she must have expected at least blank verse. She was interested to see what the stern sentinels would do to this knot of Toms, Jims, and Marys.
Dr. dear, we can do it." Susan added another proof to this concluding dictum of hers one day in October. The doctor and his wife were away. Rilla was presiding over Jims' afternoon siesta upstairs, purling four and knitting one with ceaseless vim. Susan was seated on the back veranda, shelling beans, and Cousin Sophia was helping her.
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