But as Marilla did not try to interfere in kitchen matters , and showed no desire to interrupt Susan 's ministrations to young Mrs. Doctor , the good handmaiden became reconciled to her presence , and told her cronies at the Glen that Miss Cuthbert was a fine old lady and knew her place . One evening , when the sky 's limpid bowl was filled with a red glory , and the robins were thrilling the golden twilight with jubilant hymns to the stars of evening , there was a sudden commotion in the little house of dreams . Telephone messages were sent up to the Glen , Doctor Dave and a white-capped nurse came hastily down , Marilla paced the garden walks between the quahog shells , murmuring prayers between her set lips , and Susan sat in the kitchen with cotton wool in her ears and her apron over her head . Leslie , looking out from the house up the brook , saw that every window of the little house was alight , and did not sleep that night . The June night was short ; but it seemed an eternity to those who waited and watched . `` Oh , will it NEVER end ? '' said Marilla ; then she saw how grave the nurse and Doctor Dave looked , and she dared ask no more questions . Suppose Anne -- but Marilla could not suppose it . `` Do not tell me , '' said Susan fiercely , answering the anguish in Marilla 's eyes , `` that God could be so cruel as to take that darling lamb from us when we all love her so much . '' `` He has taken others as well beloved , '' said Marilla hoarsely . But at dawn , when the rising sun rent apart the mists hanging over the sandbar , and made rainbows of them , joy came to the little house . Anne was safe , and a wee , white lady , with her mother 's big eyes , was lying beside her . Gilbert , his face gray and haggard from his night 's agony , came down to tell Marilla and Susan . `` Thank God , '' shuddered Marilla . Susan got up and took the cotton wool out of her ears . `` Now for breakfast , '' she said briskly . `` I am of the opinion that we will all be glad of a bite and sup . You tell young Mrs. Doctor not to worry about a single thing -- Susan is at the helm . You tell her just to think of her baby . '' Gilbert smiled rather sadly as he went away .
Anne , her pale XXXXX blanched with its baptism of pain , her eyes aglow with the holy passion of motherhood , did not need to be told to think of her baby .
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