I had a hankering
for him myself, but we must believe that Providence over-rules these
matters and be satisfied--though what the Almighty means in this affair
of Rumania I cannot fathom--saying it with all reverence."
Susan fathomed it--or thought she did--when the Asquith ministry went
down and Lloyd George became Premier.
"Mrs. Dr. dear, Lloyd George is at the helm at last. I have been praying
for this for many a day. Now we shall soon see a blessed change. It took
the Rumanian disaster to bring it about, no less, and that is the
meaning of it, though I could not see it before. There will be no more
shilly-shallying. I consider that the war is as good as won, and that I
shall tie to, whether Bucharest falls or not."
Bucharest did fall--and Germany proposed peace negotiations. Whereat
Susan scornfully turned a deaf ear and absolutely refused to listen to
such proposals. When President Wilson sent his famous December peace
note Susan waxed violently sarcastic.
"Woodrow Wilson is going to make peace, I understand. First Henry Ford
had a try at it and now comes Wilson. But peace is not made with ink,
Woodrow, and that you may tie to," said Susan, apostrophizing the
unlucky President out of the kitchen window nearest the United States.
"Lloyd George's speech will tell the Kaiser what is what, and you may
keep your peace screeds at home and save postage.
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