"
"Oh, is there not? It is the twentieth of April, and Hindy is not in
Paris yet, although he said he would be there by April first. Is that
not a bright spot at least?"
"It is my opinion that the Germans will be in Paris before very long and
more than that, Susan Baker, they will be in Canada."
"Not in this part of it. The Huns shall never set foot in Prince Edward
Island as long as I can handle a pitchfork," declared Susan, looking,
and feeling quite equal to routing the entire German army single-handed.
"No, Sophia Crawford, to tell you the plain truth I am sick and tired of
your gloomy predictions. I do not deny that some mistakes have been
made. The Germans would never have got back Passchendaele if the
Canadians had been left there; and it was bad business trusting to those
Portuguese at the Lys River. But that is no reason why you or anyone
should go about proclaiming the war is lost. I do not want to quarrel
with you, least of all at such a time as this, but our morale must be
kept up, and I am going to speak my mind out plainly and tell you that
if you cannot keep from such croaking your room is better than your
company."
Cousin Sophia marched home in high dudgeon to digest her affront, and
did not reappear in Susan's kitchen for many weeks. Perhaps it was just
as well, for they were hard weeks, when the Germans continued to strike,
now here, now there, and seemingly vital points fell to them at every
blow.
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