Perhaps, as her mother had said, she had no
time. There was Christopher to be looked after. The boy's grief
was stormy and uncontrolled. He had cried until he was utterly
exhausted. It was Eunice who soothed him, coaxed him to eat,
kept him constantly by her. At night she took him to her own
room and watched over him while he slept.
When the funeral was over the household furniture was packed away
or sold. The house was locked up and the farm rented. There was
nowhere for the children to go, save to their uncle's. Caroline
Holland did not want them, but, having to take them, she grimly
made up her mind to do what she considered her duty by them. She
had five children of her own and between them and Christopher a
standing feud had existed from the time he could walk.
She had never liked Naomi. Few people did. Benjamin Holland had
not married until late in life, and his wife had declared war on
his family at sight. She was a stranger in Avonlea,--a widow,
with a three year-old child. She made few friends, as some
people always asserted that she was not in her right mind.
Within a year of her second marriage Christopher was born, and
from the hour of his birth his mother had worshiped him blindly.
He was her only solace. For him she toiled and pinched and
saved. Benjamin Holland had not been "fore-handed" when she
married him; but, when he died, six years after his marriage, he
was a well-to-do man.
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