She got Susan and me a tip-top breakfast and
made us eat it, and 'bossed the life out of us,' as Susan says, for two
days, until the roads were opened so that she could get home. Jims was
almost well by that time, and father turned up. He heard our tale
without saying much. Father is rather scornful generally about what he
calls 'old wives' remedies.' He laughed a little and said, 'After this,
Mary Vance will expect me to call her in for consultation in all my
serious cases.'
"So Christmas was not so hard as I expected it to be; and now the New
Year is coming--and we are still hoping for the 'Big Push' that will
end the war--and Little Dog Monday is getting stiff and rheumatic from
his cold vigils, but still he 'carries on,' and Shirley continues to
read the exploits of the aces. Oh, nineteen-seventeen, what will you
bring?"
CHAPTER XXV
SHIRLEY GOES
"No, Woodrow, there will be no peace without victory," said Susan,
sticking her knitting needle viciously through President Wilson's name
in the newspaper column. "We Canadians mean to have peace and victory,
too. You, if it pleases you, Woodrow, can have the peace without the
victory"--and Susan stalked off to bed with the comfortable
consciousness of having got the better of the argument with the
President. But a few days later she rushed to Mrs. Blythe in red-hot
excitement.
"Mrs. Dr. dear, what do you think? A 'phone message has just come
through from Charlottetown that Woodrow Wilson has sent that German
ambassador man to the right about at last.
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