CHAPTER XVI.
REALISM AND ROMANCE "Warsaw has fallen," said Dr.Blythe with a resigned air, as he brought the mail in one warm August day.
Gertrude and Mrs.Blythe looked dismally at each other, and Rilla, who was feeding Jims a Morganized diet from a carefully sterilized spoon, laid the said spoon down on his tray, utterly regardless of germs, and said, "Oh, dear me," in as tragic a tone as if the news had come as a thunderbolt instead of being a foregone conclusion from the preceding week's dispatches.

They had thought they were quite resigned to Warsaw's fall but now they knew they had, as always, hoped against hope.
"Now, let us take a brace," said Susan.

"It is not the terrible thing we have been thinking.

I read a dispatch three columns long in the Montreal Herald yesterday that proved that Warsaw was not important from a military point of view at all.

So let us take the military point of view, doctor dear." "I read that dispatch, too, and it has encouraged me immensely," said Gertrude.