Early in November Jims left Ingleside. Rilla saw him go with many tears but a heart free from . Mrs. Jim Anderson, Number Two, was such a nice little woman that one was rather inclined to wonder at the luck which her on Jim. She was rosy-faced and blue-eyed and , with the roundness and trigness of a geranium leaf. Rilla saw at first glance that she was to be trusted with Jims.  
"I'm fond of children, miss," she said . "I'm used to them—I've left six little brothers and sisters behind me. Jims 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 some one 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 are going to live near us. You'll let Jims come here often, won't you? I love him dearly."
 
"No doubt you do, miss, for a lovabler 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 came, and even Glen St. Mary went mad. That night the village had a bonfire, and burned the Kaiser in . The fishing village boys turned out and burned all the sandhills off in one grand glorious that extended for seven 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 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 pluckily," laughed Miss Oliver.
 
"It wasn't pluck—it was sheer obstinacy—I'm rather ashamed of it," said Rilla, kicking . "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 and silly. Did I ever say November was an ugly month? Why 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, , 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 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 ............