`` Yes . I bought a bottle of dye from a German Jew pedlar . I fondly expected it would turn my hair black -- and it turned it green . So it had to be cut off . '' `` You had a narrow escape , Mrs. Dr. dear , '' exclaimed Susan . `` Of course you were too young then to know what a German was . It was a special mercy of Providence that it was only green dye and not poison . '' `` It seems hundreds of years since those Green Gables days , '' sighed Mrs. Blythe . `` They belonged to another world altogether . Life has been cut in two by the chasm of war . What is ahead I do n't know -- but it ca n't be a bit like the past . I wonder if those of us who have lived half our lives in the old world will ever feel wholly at home in the new . '' `` Have you noticed , '' asked Miss Oliver , glancing up from her book , `` how everything written before the war seems so far away now , too ? One feels as if one was reading something as ancient as the Iliad . This poem of Wordsworth 's -- the Senior class have it in their entrance work -- I 've been glancing over it . Its classic calm and repose and the beauty of the lines seem to belong to another planet , and to have as little to do with the present world-welter as the evening star . '' `` The only thing that I find much comfort in reading nowadays is the Bible , '' remarked Susan , whisking her biscuits into the oven . `` There are so many passages in it that seem to me exactly descriptive of the Huns . Old Highland Sandy declares that there is no doubt that the Kaiser is the Anti-Christ spoken of in Revelations , but I do not go as far as that . It would , in my humble opinion , Mrs. Dr. dear , be too great an honour for him . ''
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