`` I was down to see little Dog Monday today . He has grown quite stiff and rheumatic but there he sat , waiting for the train . He thumped his tail and looked pleadingly into my eyes . ` When will Jem come ? ' he seemed to say . Oh , Dog Monday , there is no answer to that question ; and there is , as yet , no answer to the other which we are all constantly asking ` What will happen when Germany strikes again on the western front -- her one great , last blow for victory ! '' 1st March 1918 '' ` What will spring bring ? ' Gertrude said today . ' I dread it as I never dreaded spring before . Do you suppose there will ever again come a time when life will be free from fear ? For almost four years we have lain down with fear and risen up with it . It has been the unbidden guest at every meal , the unwelcome companion at every gathering . ' '' ` Hindenburg says he will be in Paris on 1st April , ' sighed Cousin Sophia . '' ` Hindenburg ! ' There is no power in pen and ink to express the contempt which Susan infused into that name . ` Has he forgotten what day the first of April is ? ' '' ` Hindenburg has kept his word hitherto , ' said Gertrude , as gloomily as Cousin Sophia herself could have said it . '' ` Yes , fighting against the Russians and Rumanians , ' retorted Susan . ` Wait you till he comes up against the British and French , not to speak of the Yankees , who are getting there as fast as they can and will no doubt give a good account of themselves . ' '' ` You said just the same thing before Mons , Susan , ' I reminded her . ''
` Hindenburg says he will spend a million lives XXXXX break the Allied front , ' said Gertrude .
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