"There was a letter from Faith, too. She is doing V.A.D. work in England
and writes hopefully and brightly. I think she is almost happy--she saw
Jem on his last leave and she is so near him she could go to him, if he
were wounded. That means so much to her. Oh, if I were only with her!
But my work is here at home. I know Walter wouldn't have wanted me to
leave mother and in everything I try to 'keep faith' with him, even to
the little details of daily life. Walter died for Canada--I must live
for her. That is what he asked me to do."
28th January 1918
"'I shall anchor my storm-tossed soul to the British fleet and make a
batch of bran biscuits,' said Susan today to Cousin Sophia, who had come
in with some weird tale of a new and all-conquering submarine, just
launched by Germany. But Susan is a somewhat disgruntled woman at
present, owing to the regulations regarding cookery. Her loyalty to the
Union Government is being sorely tried. It surmounted the first strain
gallantly. When the order about flour came Susan said, quite cheerfully,
'I am an old dog to be learning new tricks, but I shall learn to make
war bread if it will help defeat the Huns.'
"But the later suggestions went against Susan's grain. Had it not been
for father's decree I think she would have snapped her fingers at Sir
Robert Borden.
"'Talk about trying to make bricks without straw, Mrs.
Pages:
328
329
330
331
332
333
334
335
336
337
338
339
340
341
342
343
344
345
346
347
348
349
350
351
352