CHAPTER XIII.
A SLICE OF HUMBLE PIE "I am very much afraid, Mrs.Dr.dear," said Susan, who had been on a pilgrimage to the station with some choice bones for Dog Monday, "that something terrible has happened.

Whiskers-on-the-moon came off the train from Charlottetown and he was looking pleased.

I do not remember that I ever saw him with a smile on in public before.

Of course he may have just been getting the better of somebody in a cattle deal but I have an awful presentiment that the Huns have broken through somewhere." Perhaps Susan was unjust in connecting Mr.Pryor's smile with the sinking of the Lusitania, news of which circulated an hour later when the mail was distributed.

But the Glen boys turned out that night in a body and broke all his windows in a fine frenzy of indignation over the Kaiser's doings.
"I do not say they did right and I do not say they did wrong," said Susan, when she heard of it.