her and I went into Charlottetown yesterday to see the moving
picture, "Hearts of the World." I made an awful goose of myself--father
will never stop teasing me about it for the rest of my life. But
it all seemed so horribly real--and I was so intensely interested
that I forgot everything but the scenes I saw enacted before my
eyes. And then, quite near the last came a terribly exciting one.
The heroine was struggling with a horrible German soldier who was
trying to drag her away. I knew she had a knife--I had seen her hide
it, to have it in readiness--and I couldn't understand why she didn't
produce it and finish the brute. I thought she must have forgotten it,
and just at the tensest moment of the scene I lost my head altogether.
I just stood right up on my feet in that crowded house and shrieked at
the top of my voice--'The knife is in your stocking--the knife is in
your stocking!'

"I created a sensation!

"The funny part was, that just as I said it, the girl did snatch out
the knife and stab the soldier with it!

"Everybody in the house laughed. I came to my senses and fell back in
my seat, overcome with mortification. Mother was shaking with laughter.
I could have shaken her. Why hadn't she pulled me down and choked me
before I had made such an idiot of myself. She protests that there
wasn't time.

"Fortunately the house was dark, and I don't believe there was anybody
there who knew me. And I thought I was becoming sensible and
self-controlled and womanly! It is plain I have some distance to go yet
before I attain that devoutly desired consummation."

20th September 1918

"In the east Bulgaria has asked for peace, and in the west the
British have smashed the Hindenburg line; and right here in Glen
St. Mary little Bruce Meredith has done something that I think
wonderful--wonderful because of the love behind it. Mrs. Meredith was
here tonight and told us about it--and mother and I cried, and Susan
got up and clattered the things about the stove.

"Bruce always loved Jem very devotedly, and the child has never
forgotten him in all these years. He has been as faithful in his way as
Dog Monday was in his. We have always told him that Jem would come
back. But it seems that he was in Carter Flagg's store last night and
he heard his Uncle Norman flatly declaring that Jem Blythe would never
come back and that the Ingleside folk might as well give up hoping he
would. Bruce went home and cried himself to sleep. Th