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,” she told Cousin Sophia triumphantly. “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 Cousin Sophia, “but all the vim in the world cannot put them on the fighting line this spring and the Allies will be finished before that. The Germans are just luring them on. That man Simonds says their retreat has put the Allies in a hole.”
“That man Simonds has said more than he will ever live to make good,” retorted Susan. “I do not worry myself about his opinion as long as Lloyd George is Premier of England He will not be bamboozled, and that you may tie to. Things look good to me. The U.S. is in the war, and we have got Kut and Bagdad back—and I would not be surprised to see the Allies in Berlin by June—and the Russians, too, since they have got rid of the Czar. That in my opinion was a good piece of work.”
“Time will show if it is,” said Cousin Sophia, who would have been very indignant if anyone had told her that she would rather see Susan put to shame as a seer than a successful overthrow of tyranny, or even the march of the Allies down Unter den Linden. But then the woes of the Russian people were quite un-
