“‘Hindenburg says he will be in Paris on April first,’ sighed Cousin Sophia.
“‘Hindenburg!’ There is no power in pen and ink to express the contempt which Susan infused into that name. ‘Has he forgotten what day the first of April is?’
“‘Hindenburg has kept his word hitherto,’ said Gertrude, as gloomily as Cousin Sophia herself could have said it.
“‘Yes, fighting against Russians and Roumanians,’ retorted Susan. ‘Wait you till he comes up against the British and French, not to speak of the Yankees, who are getting there as fast as they can and will no doubt give a good account of themselves.’
“‘You said just the same thing before Mons, Susan,’ I reminded her.
“‘Hindenburg says he will spend a million lives to break the Allied front,’ said Gertrude. ‘At such a price he must purchase some successes and how can we live through them, even if he is baffled in the end. These past two months when we have been crouching and waiting for the blow to fall have seemed as long as all the preceding months of the war put together. I work all day feverishly and waken at three o'clock at night to wonder if the iron legions have struck at last. I wish there was no such hour as three o’clock at night. It is then I see Hindenburg in Paris and Germany triumphant. I never see her so at any other time than that accursed hour.’
“Susan looked dubious over Gertrude’s adjective, but evidently concluded that the ‘a’ saved the situation.
