Dr. dear! How am
I to make a cake without butter or sugar? It cannot be done--not cake
that is cake. Of course one can make a slab, Mrs. Dr. dear. And we
cannot even camooflash it with a little icing! To think that I should
have lived to see the day when a government at Ottawa should step into
my kitchen and put me on rations!'
"Susan would give the last drop of her blood for her 'king and country,'
but to surrender her beloved recipes is a very different and much more
serious matter.
"I had letters from Nan and Di too--or rather notes. They are too busy
to write letters, for exams are looming up. They will graduate in Arts
this spring. I am evidently to be the dunce of the family. But somehow I
never had any hankering for a college course, and even now it doesn't
appeal to me. I'm afraid I'm rather devoid of ambition. There is only
one thing I really want to be--and I don't know if I'll be it or not.
If not--I don't want to be anything. But I shan't write it down. It is
all right to think it; but, as Cousin Sophia would say, it might be
brazen to write it down.
"I will write it down. I won't be cowed by the conventions and Cousin
Sophia! I want to be Kenneth Ford's wife! There now!
"I've just looked in the glass, and I hadn't the sign of a blush on my
face. I suppose I'm not a properly constructed damsel at all.
"I was down to see little Dog Monday today.
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