They tell me that means war.
So I begin to think that Woodrow's heart is in the right place after
all, wherever his head may be, and I am going to commandeer a little
sugar and celebrate the occasion with some fudge, despite the howls of
the Food Board. I thought that submarine business would bring things to
a crisis. I told Cousin Sophia so when she said it was the beginning of
the end for the Allies."
"Don't let the doctor hear of the fudge, Susan," said Anne, with a
smile. "You know he has laid down very strict rules for us along the
lines of economy the government has asked for."
"Yes, Mrs. Dr. dear, and a man should be master in his own household,
and his women folk should bow to his decrees. I flatter myself that I am
becoming quite efficient in economizing"--Susan had taken to using
certain German terms with killing effect--"but one can exercise a
little gumption on the quiet now and then. Shirley was wishing for some
of my fudge the other day--the Susan brand, as he called it--and I
said 'The first victory there is to celebrate I shall make you some.' I
consider this news quite equal to a victory, and what the doctor does
not know will never grieve him. I take the whole responsibility, Mrs.
Dr. dear, so do not you vex your conscience."
Susan spoiled Shirley shamelessly that winter. He came home from Queen's
every week-end, and Susan had all his favourite dishes for him, in so
far as she could evade or wheedle the doctor, and waited on him hand and
foot.
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