of the fact that Irene has come back to it—having fallen out with the Lowbridge society, I understand. She gave me a sweet little jab last meeting—about knowing me across the square in Charlottetown ‘by my green velvet hat.’ Everybody does know me by that detestable and detested hat. This will be my fourth season for it. Even mother wanted me to get a new one this fall; but I said, ‘no.’ As long as the war lasts so long do I wear that velvet hat in winter.”
“The Piave line still holds—and General Byng has won a splendid victory at Cambrai. I did run up the flag for that—but Susan only said ‘I shall set a kettle of water on the kitchen range tonight. I notice little Kitchener always has an attack of croup after any British victory. I do hope he has no pro-German blood in his veins. Nobody knows much about his father’s people.’
“Jims has had a few attacks of croup this fall—just the ordinary croup—not that terrible thing he had last year. But whatever blood runs in his little veins it is good, healthy blood. He is rosy and plump and curly and cute; and he says such funny things and asks such comical questions. He likes very much to sit in a special chair in the kitchen; but that is Susan’s favourite chair, too, and when she wants it, out Jims must go. The last time she put him out of it he turned around and asked solemnly, ‘When you are dead, Susan, can I sit in that chair?’ Susan thought it quite dreadful, and I think that was when she began to feel anxiety about his possible ancestry. The other
