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"A day 'of chilling winds and gloomy skies," Rilla quoted one Sunday afternoon -- the sixth of October to be exact. It was so cold that they had lighted a fire in the living-room and the merry little flames were doing their best to counteract the outside dourness. "It's more like November than October -- November is such an ugly month."
Cousin Sophia was there, having again forgiven Susan, and Mrs. Martin Clow, who was not visiting on Sunday but had dropped in to borrow Susan's cure for rheumatism -- that being cheaper than getting one from the doctor. "I'm afeared we're going to have an airly winter," foreboded Cousin Sophia. "The muskrats are building awful big houses round the pond, and that's a sign that never fails. Dear me, how that child has grown! " Cousin Sophia sighed again, as if it were an unhappy circumstance that a child should grow. "When do you expect his father?"