You know, Mrs. Dr. dear,
she has been bed-rid for years and she has been worrying terrible
because she was no good to anybody and a dreadful expense, and yet could
not die and be out of the way. And now they tell me she is quite chirked
up and resigned to living because there is something she can do, and she
knits for the soldiers from daylight to dark. Even Cousin Sophia has
taken to knitting, Mrs. Dr. dear, and it is a good thing, for she cannot
think of quite so many doleful speeches to make when her hands are busy
with her needles instead of being folded on her stomach. She thinks we
will all be Germans this time next year but I tell her it will take more
than a year to make a German out of me. Do you know that Rick
MacAllister has enlisted, Mrs. Dr. dear? And they say Joe Milgrave would
too, only he is afraid that if he does that Whiskers-on-the-moon will
not let him have Miranda. Whiskers says that he will believe the stories
of German atrocities when he sees them, and that it is a good thing that
Rangs Cathedral has been destroyed because it was a Roman Catholic
church. Now, I am not a Roman Catholic, Mrs. Dr. dear, being born and
bred a good Presbyterian and meaning to live and die one, but I maintain
that the Catholics have as good a right to their churches as we have to
ours and that the Huns had no kind of business to destroy them. Just
think, Mrs.
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