'There is plenty of room for the graves.' Cousin Sophia said that I was flippant but I was not flippant, Miss Oliver, dear, only calm and confident in the British navy and our Canadian boys.

I am like old Mr.William Pollock of the Harbour Head.

He is very old and has been ill for a long time, and one night last week he was so low that his daughter-in-law whispered to some one that she thought he was dead.

'Darn it, I ain't,' he called right out--only, Miss Oliver, dear, he did not use so mild a word as 'darn'-- 'darn it, I ain't, and I don't mean to die until the Kaiser is well licked.' Now, that, Miss Oliver, dear," concluded Susan, "is the kind of spirit I admire." "I admire it but I can't emulate it," sighed Gertrude.

"Before this, I have always been able to escape from the hard things of life for a little while by going into dreamland, and coming back like a giant refreshed.