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
