But just you go upstairs and lie down and I will bring you up a cup of hot tea and a bite of toast and very soon you will not want to slam doors or swear." "Susan, you're a good soul--a very pearl of Susans! But, Susan, it would be such a relief--to say just one soft, low, little tiny d---" "I will bring you a hot-water bottle for the soles of your feet, also," interposed Susan resolutely, "and it would not be any relief to say that word you are thinking of, Miss Oliver, and that you may tie to." "Well, I'll try the hot-water bottle first," said Miss Oliver, repenting herself on teasing Susan and vanishing upstairs, to Susan's intense relief.

Susan shook her head ominously as she filled the hot-water bottle.

The war was certainly relaxing the standards of behaviour woefully.

Here was Miss Oliver admittedly on the point of profanity.
"We must draw the blood from her brain," said Susan, "and if this bottle is not effective I will see what can be done with a mustard plaster." Gertrude rallied and carried on.

Lord Kitchener went to Greece, whereat Susan foretold that Constantine would soon experience a change of heart.