But Papa Joffre hasn't the benefit of our advice--and so Paris--must--fall." "Will they reach it--will not some mighty hand yet intervene ?" murmured John Meredith.
"I teach school like one in a dream," continued Gertrude; "then I come home and shut myself in my room and walk the floor.

I am wearing a path right across Nan's carpet.

We are so horribly near this war." "Them German men are at Senlis.

Nothing nor nobody can save Paris now," wailed Cousin Sophia.

Cousin Sophia had taken to reading the newspapers and had learned more about the geography of northern France, if not about the pronunciation of French names, in her seventy-first year than she had ever known in her schooldays.
"I have not such a poor opinion of the Almighty, or of Kitchener," said Susan stubbornly.