"Do you think it right to meddle with the arrangements of the Almighty?"
she demanded indignantly of the doctor. The doctor, quite unmoved,
responded that the law must be observed, and the Ingleside clocks were
moved on accordingly. But the doctor had no power over Susan's little
alarm.
"I bought that with my own money, Mrs. Dr. dear," she said firmly, "and
it shall go on God's time and not Borden's time."
Susan got up and went to bed by "God's time," and regulated her own
goings and comings by it. She served the meals, under protest, by
Borden's time, and she had to go to church by it, which was the crowning
injury. But she said her prayers by her own clock, and fed the hens by
it; so that there was always a furtive triumph in her eye when she
looked at the doctor. She had got the better of him by so much at least.
"Whiskers-on-the-moon is very much delighted with this daylight saving
business," she told him one evening. "Of course he naturally would be,
since I understand that the Germans invented it. I hear he came near
losing his entire wheat-crop lately. Warren Mead's cows broke into the
field one day last week--it was the very day the Germans captured the
Chemang-de-dam, which may have been a coincidence or may not--and were
making fine havoc of it when Mrs. Dick Clow happened to see them from
her attic window. At first she had no intention of letting Mr.
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