WANTED” staring me in the face. Do you think I could go and have a girl under such circumstances?’ There is a spirit for you, Mrs. Dr. dear. But Cousin Sophia would say the child was just so much more cannon fodder.”
Cousin Sophia had full range for her pessimism that gloomy autumn, and even Susan, incorrigible old optimist as she was, was hard put to it for cheer. When Bulgaria lined up with Germany Susan only remarked scornfully, “One more nation anxious for a licking,” but the Greek tangle worried her beyond her powers of philosophy to endure calmly.
“Constantine of Greece has a German wife, Mrs. Dr. dear, and that fact squelches hope. To think that I should have lived to care what kind of a wife Constantine of Greece had! The miserable creature is under his wife’s thumb and that is a bad place for any man to be. I am an old maid and an old maid has to be independent or she will be squashed out. But if I had been a married woman, Mrs. Dr. dear, I would have been meek and humble. It is my opinion that this Spohia of Greece is a minx.”
Susan was furious when the news came that Venizelos had met with defeat.
“I could spank Constantine and skin him alive afterwards, that I could,” she exclaimed bitterly.
“Oh, Susan, I'm surprised at you,” said the doctor, pulling a long face. “Have you no regard for the proprieties? Skin him alive by all means but omit the spanking.”
“If he had been well spanked in his younger days he might have more sense now,” retorted Susan. “But I suppose princes are never spanked, more is the pity.
