wder. Susan just 'sailed in' as she
puts it, and 'said her say.' She said it remarkably well, too. There
was no lack of 'ginger' in her speech, anyhow. When Susan is warmed up
she has no mean powers of oratory, and the way she trimmed those men
down was funny and wonderful and effective all at once. She said it was
the likes of her, millions of her, that did stand behind Lloyd George,
and did hearten him up. That was the key-note of her speech. Dear old
Susan! She is a perfect dynamo of patriotism and loyalty and contempt
for slackers of all kinds, and when she let it loose on that audience
in her one grand outburst she electrified it. Susan always vows she is
no suffragette, but she gave womanhood its due that night, and she
literally made those men cringe. When she finished with them they were
ready to eat out of her hand. She wound up by ordering them--yes,
ordering them--to march up to the platform forthwith and subscribe for
Victory Bonds. And after wild applause most of them did it, even Warren
Mead. When the total amount subscribed came out in the Charlottetown
dailies the next day we found that the Glen led every district on the
Island--and certainly Susan has the credit for it. She, herself, after
she came home that night was quite ashamed and evidently feared that
she had been guilty of unbecoming conduct: she confessed to mother that
she had been 'rather unladylike.'

"We were all--except Susan--out for a trial ride in father's new
automobile tonight. A very good one we had, too, though we did get
ingloriously ditched at the end, owing to a certain grim old dame--to
wit, Miss Elizabeth Carr of the Upper Glen--who wouldn't rein her horse
out to let us pass, honk as we might. Father was quite furious; but in
my heart I believe I sympathized with Miss Elizabeth. If I had been a
spinster lady, driving along behind my own old nag, in maiden
meditation fancy free, I wouldn't have lifted a rein when an
obstreperous car hooted blatantly behind me. I should just have sat up
as dourly as she did and said 'Take the ditch if you are determined to
pass.'

"We did take the ditch--and got up to our axles in sand--and sat
foolishly there while Miss Elizabeth clucked up her horse and rattled
victoriously away.

"Jem will have a laugh when I write him this. He knows Miss Elizabeth
of old.

"But--will--Venice--be--saved?"

19th November 1917

"It is not saved yet--it is still in great danger. But the Italians
are mak