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XXII. Little Dog Monday Knows
"It is two years tonight since the dance at the light, when Jack Elliott brought us news of
the war. Do you remember, Miss Oliver?"
Cousin Sophia answered for Miss Oliver. "Oh, indeed, Rilla, I remember that evening
only too well, and you a-prancing down here to show off your party clothes. Didn't I warn
you that we could not tell what was before us? Little did you think that night what was
before you."
"Little did any of us think that," said Susan sharply, "not being gifted with the power of
prophecy. It does not require any great foresight, Sophia Crawford, to tell a body that
she will have some trouble before her life is over. I could do as much myself."
"We all thought the war would be over in a few months then," said Rilla wistfully. "When
I look back it seems so ridiculous that we ever could have supposed it."
"And now, two years later, it is no nearer the end than it was then," said Miss Oliver
Susan clicked her knitting-needles briskly.
"Now, Miss Oliver, dear, you know that is not a reasonable remark. You know we are
just two years nearer the end, whenever the end is appointed to be."
"Albert read in a Montreal paper today that a war expert gives it as his opinion that it will
last five years more," was Cousin Sophia's cheerful contribution.
"It can't," cried Rilla; then she added with a sigh, "Two years ago we would have said 'It
can't last two years.' But five more years of this!"
"If Rumania comes in, as I have strong hopes now of her doing, you will see the end in
five months instead of five years," said Susan.
"I've no faith in furriners," sighed Cousin Sophia.
"The French are foreigners," retorted Susan, "and look at Verdun. And think of all the
Somme victories this blessed summer. The Big Push is on and the Russians are still
going well. Why, General Haig says that the German officers he has captured admit that
they have lost the war."
"You can't believe a word the Germans say," protested Cousin Sophia. "There is no
sense in believing a thing just because you'd like to believe it, Susan Baker. The British