She was a thankful girl when at last she reached harbour at Ingleside . Rilla carried the soup tureen to the kitchen , and set it on the table under Susan 's eyes . Susan looked into the tureen and for once in her life was so completely floored that she had not a word to say . `` What in the world is this ? '' asked the doctor , coming in . Rilla poured out her story . `` I just had to bring it , father , '' she concluded . `` I could n't leave it there . '' `` What are you going to do with it ? '' asked the doctor coolly . Rilla had n't exactly expected this kind of question . `` We -- we can keep it here for awhile -- ca n't we -- until something can be arranged ? '' she stammered confusedly . Dr. Blythe walked up and down the kitchen for a moment or two while the baby stared at the white walls of the soup tureen and Susan showed signs of returning animation . Presently the doctor confronted Rilla . `` A young baby means a great deal of additional work and trouble in a household , Rilla . Nan and Di are leaving for Redmond next week and neither your mother nor Susan is able to assume so much extra care under present conditions . If you want to keep that baby here you must attend to it yourself . '' `` Me ! '' Rilla was dismayed into being ungrammatical .
`` Why -- XXXXX -- I -- I could n't ! ''
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