But sometimes my imagination gets out of hand, too, and I see what you do--terrible things--terrible years to come." "I am very thankful that I never had any imagination to speak of," said Susan.

"I have been spared that.

I see by this paper that the Crown Prince is killed again.

Do you suppose there is any hope of his staying dead this time?
And I also see that Woodrow Wilson is going to write another note.

I wonder," concluded Susan, with the bitter irony she had of late begun to use when referring to the poor President, "if that man's schoolmaster is alive." In January Jims was five months old and Rilla celebrated the anniversary by shortening him.
"He weighs fourteen pounds," she announced jubilantly.