"No, it is not, doctor dear," said Susan defiantly, as she picked up
Jims, who was opening his big dark eyes and stretching up his dimpled
paws. "Do not you put words in my mouth that I would never dream of
uttering. I am a plain woman and cannot argue with you, but I do not
thank God that anybody has to go. I only know that it seems they do have
to go, unless we all want to be Kaiserised--for I can assure you that
the Monroe doctrine, whatever it is, is nothing to tie to, with Woodrow
Wilson behind it. The Huns, Dr. dear, will never be brought to brook by
notes. And now," concluded Susan, tucking Jims in the crook of her gaunt
arms and marching downstairs, "having cried my cry and said my say I
shall take a brace, and if I cannot look pleasant I will look as
pleasant as I can."
CHAPTER XV
UNTIL THE DAY BREAK
"The Germans have recaptured Premysl," said Susan despairingly, looking
up from her newspaper, "and now I suppose we will have to begin calling
it by that uncivilised name again. Cousin Sophia was in when the mail
came and when she heard the news she hove a sigh up from the depths of
her stomach, Mrs. Dr. dear, and said, 'Ah yes, and they will get
Petrograd next I have no doubt.' I said to her, 'My knowledge of
geography is not so profound as I wish it was but I have an idea that it
is quite a walk from Premysl to Petrograd.' Cousin Sophia sighed again
and said, 'The Grand Duke Nicholas is not the man I took him to be.
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