Dr. dear, and I cannot
console myself with the thought that the tales are not true. When I read
a novle that makes me want to weep I just say severely to myself, 'Now,
Susan Baker, you know that is all a pack of lies.' But we must carry on.
Jack Crawford says he is going to the war because he is tired of
farming. I hope he will find it a pleasant change. And Mrs. Richard
Elliott over-harbour is worrying herself sick because she used to be
always scolding her husband about smoking up the parlour curtains. Now
that he has enlisted she wishes she had never said a word to him. You
know Josiah Cooper and William Daley, Mrs. Dr. dear. They used to be
fast friends but they quarrelled twenty years ago and have never spoken
since. Well, the other day Josiah went to William and said right out,
'Let us be friends. 'Tain't any time to be holding grudges.' William was
real glad and held out his hand, and they sat down for a good talk. And
in less than half an hour they had quarrelled again, over how the war
ought to be fought, Josiah holding that the Dardanelles expedition was
rank folly and William maintaining that it was the one sensible thing
the Allies had done. And now they are madder at each other than ever and
William says Josiah is as bad a pro-German as Whiskers-on-the-Moon.
Whiskers-on-the-moon vows he is no pro-German but calls himself a
pacifist, whatever that may be.
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