am pursuing a policy of watchful waiting. The evening news is that the Grand Duke has captured Erzerum. That is a pill for the Turks. I wish I had a chance to tell the Czar just what a mistake he made when he turned Nicholas down.”
Susan disappeared downstairs to the kitchen, whence a dreadful thud and a piercing shriek presently sounded. Everybody rushed to the kitchen—the doctor and Miss Oliver, Mrs. Blythe, Rilla, Miranda in her wedding veil. Susan was sitting flatly in the middle of the kitchen floor with a dazed, bewildered look on her face, while “Doc,” evidently in his Hyde incarnation, was standing on the dresser, with his back up, his eyes blazing, and his tail the size of three tails.
“Susan, what has happened?” cried Mrs. Blythe in alarm. “Did you fall? Are you hurt?”
Susan picked herself up.
“No,” she said grimly, “I am not hurt, though I am jarred all over. Do not be alarmed. As for what has happened—I tried to kick that darned cat with both feet, that is what has happened.”
Everybody shrieked with laughter. The doctor was quite helpless.
“Oh, Susan, Susan,” he gasped. “That I should live to hear you swear.”
“I am sorry,” said Susan in real distress, “that I used such an expression before two young girls. But I said that beast was darned and darned it is. It belongs to the old Nick.”
“Do you expect it will vanish some of these days with a bang and the odor of brimstone, Susan?”
“It will go to its own place in due time and that you may tie to,” said Susan dourly, shaking out her raddled
