"No, Miss Oliver, dear,
I do not believe--I know. That does not worry me. What does worry me is
the trouble and expense of it all. But then you cannot make omelets
without breaking eggs, so we must just trust in God and make big guns."
"Sometimes I think the big guns are better to trust in than God," said
Miss Oliver defiantly.
"No, no, dear, you do not. The Germans had the big guns at the Marne,
had they not? But Providence settled them. Do not ever forget that. Just
hold on to that when you feel inclined to doubt. Clutch hold of the
sides of your chair and sit tight and keep saying, 'Big guns are good
but the Almighty is better, and He is on our side, no matter what the
Kaiser says about it.' I would have gone crazy many a day lately, Miss
Oliver, dear, if I had not sat tight and repeated that to myself. My
cousin Sophia is, like you, somewhat inclined to despond. 'Oh, dear me,
what will we do if the Germans ever get here,' she wailed to me
yesterday. 'Bury them,' said I, just as off-hand as that. 'There is
plenty of room for the graves.' Cousin Sophia said that I was flippant
but I was not flippant, Miss Oliver, dear, only calm and confident in
the British navy and our Canadian boys. I am like old Mr. William
Pollock of the Harbour Head. He is very old and has been ill for a long
time, and one night last week he was so low that his daughter-in-law
whispered to some one that she thought he was dead.
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