"Pleeceman 'e says, 'Go forth and fight for this our country an' we'll give you a welcome back as 'll make you stand among us a couple o' inches taller on that great day....'"
"Pleeceman 'e do talk wild when e's excited."
"Pleeceman 'e says, 'You shirk this plain duty a-starin' you in the face, an' white feathers'll be sproutin' all over of you for a coward as refuses to do 'is little share when nations are goin' at it 'ammer and tongs.'"
"Pleeceman is a sight too bad when 'e be fairly moved. What did you say to that 'ere?"
"I says to Pleeceman--'You does your duty, anyway as far as it goes. But you does it too late in this 'ere case."
_To Mrs. Robinson, The Wigwam, Threads, Nr. Bradford._
_From Mrs. Cushat, The Vicarage, Yellowcubs, Leicestershire._
DEAREST SISSIE,--I have been far too busy to write before. In this "Clash of Nations," as James finely said in his last sermon, I am distracted to find suitable holiday amusements for the children. Fräulein should have returned from her holiday in Berlin six weeks ago and was prevented with all her boxes ready packed to come; but perhaps it's as well, as James speaks of the Germans in the strongest terms--quite rightly so, of course; but one would be sorry for the poor girl to feel ashamed of her relations.
Our only alien is poor old Miss Schmidt, who has taught music for thirty years. We all try to be lenient and nice to her at my work-parties, which are widely attended. James calls them a mixture of Dorcas and Bellona--ask Harry to explain. The boys are helping to make saddle-pads for the horses at the front. They try each pad on our old Dobbin and are wild for him to go on service at once; but James has just decided that a Vicar's pony's place is in the last line of the Reserves.
You asked me how long the war would continue. We have had quite a lot of talk with the Admiral and dear old General Ramrod about it; but James says, with the utmost respect for their characters, that these naval and military men are so hide-bound. In his opinion hostilities will be over in two months from now. He says:
When the British Lion roars Foreign legions go indoors!
You know his funny way. The boys are now shouting this all about the garden, and trying to roar like lions. I have the greatest difficulty in preventing them from going to fight other children out of sheer patriotism. The darlings do look so nice and smart. I could not resist buying them flags and tin swords and helmets like real soldiers in spite of the Moratorium, which I called by mistake _crematorium_, and James made delightful fun about it. He also said some clever thing about banks which I can't recall; it may come to me later.