None of our boys were in the battle--but oh, the casualty list of other
people's boys! Joe Milgrave was in it but came through safe. Miranda had
some bad days until she got word from him. But it is wonderful how
Miranda has bloomed out since her marriage. She isn't the same girl at
all. Even her eyes seem to have darkened and deepened--though I suppose
that is just because they glow with the greater intensity that has come
to her. She makes her father stand round in a perfectly amazing fashion;
she runs up the flag whenever a yard of trench on the western front is
taken; and she comes up regularly to our Junior Red Cross; and she does
--yes, she does--put on funny little 'married woman' airs that are
quite killing. But she is the only war-bride in the Glen and surely
nobody need grudge her the satisfaction she gets out of it.
"The Russian news is bad, too--Kerensky's government has fallen and
Lenin is dictator of Russia. Somehow, it is very hard to keep up courage
in the dull hopelessness of these grey autumn days of suspense and
boding news. But we are beginning to 'get in a low,' as old Highland
Sandy says, over the approaching election. Conscription is the real
issue at stake and it will be the most exciting election we ever had.
All the women 'who have got de age'--to quote Jo Poirier, and who have
husbands, sons, and brothers at the front, can vote. Oh, if I were only
twenty-one! Gertrude and Susan are both furious because they can't vote.
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