citement.

"Mrs. Dr. dear, what do you think? A 'phone message has just come
through from Charlottetown that Woodrow Wilson has sent that German
ambassador man to the right about at last. They tell me that means war.
So I begin to think that Woodrow's heart is in the right place after
all, wherever his head may be, and I am going to commandeer a little
sugar and celebrate the occasion with some fudge, despite the howls of
the Food Board. I thought that submarine business would bring things to
a crisis. I told Cousin Sophia so when she said it was the beginning of
the end for the Allies."

"Don't let the doctor hear of the fudge, Susan," said Anne, with a
smile. "You know he has laid down very strict rules for us along the
lines of economy the government has asked for."

"Yes, Mrs. Dr. dear, and a man should be master in his own household,
and his women folk should bow to his decrees. I flatter myself that I
am becoming quite efficient in economizing"--Susan had taken to using
certain German terms with killing effect--"but one can exercise a
little gumption on the quiet now and then. Shirley was wishing for some
of my fudge the other day--the Susan brand, as he called it--and I said
'The first victory there is to celebrate I shall make you some.' I
consider this news quite equal to a victory, and what the doctor does
not know will never grieve him. I take the whole responsibility, Mrs.
Dr. dear, so do not you vex your conscience."

Susan spoiled Shirley shamelessly that winter. He came home from
Queen's every week-end, and Susan had all his favourite dishes for him,
in so far as she could evade or wheedle the doctor, and waited on him
hand and foot. Though she talked war constantly to everyone else she
never mentioned it to him or before him, but she watched him like a cat
watching a mouse; and when the German retreat from the Bapaume salient
began and continued, Susan's exultation was linked up with something
deeper than anything she expressed. Surely the end was in sight--would
come now before--anyone else--could go.

"Things are coming our way at last. We have got the Germans on the
run," she boasted. "The United States has declared war at last, as I
always believed they would, in spite of Woodrow's gift for letter
writing, and you will see they will go into it with a vim since I
understand that is their habit, when they do start. And we have got the
Germans on the run, too."

"The States mean well," moaned Cou