` There is plenty of room for the graves . ' Cousin Sophia said that I was flippant but I was not flippant , Miss Oliver , dear , only calm and confident in the British navy and our Canadian boys . I am like old Mr. William Pollock of the Harbour Head . He is very old and has been ill for a long time , and one night last week he was so low that his daughter-in-law whispered to some one that she thought he was dead . ` Darn it , I ai n't , ' he called right out -- only , Miss Oliver , dear , he did not use so mild a word as ` darn ' -- ` darn it , I ai n't , and I do n't mean to die until the Kaiser is well licked . ' Now , that , Miss Oliver , dear , '' concluded Susan , `` is the kind of spirit I admire . '' `` I admire it but I ca n't emulate it , '' sighed Gertrude . `` Before this , I have always been able to escape from the hard things of life for a little while by going into dreamland , and coming back like a giant refreshed . But I ca n't escape from this . '' `` Nor I , '' said Mrs. Blythe . `` I hate going to bed now . All my life I 've liked going to bed , to have a gay , mad , splendid half-hour of imagining things before sleeping . Now I imagine them still . But such different things . '' `` I am rather glad when the time comes to go to bed , '' said Miss Oliver . `` I like the darkness because I can be myself in it -- I need n't smile or talk bravely . But sometimes my imagination gets out of hand , too , and I see what you do -- terrible things -- terrible years to come . '' `` I am very thankful that I never had any imagination to speak of , '' said Susan . `` I have been spared that . I see by this paper that the Crown Prince is killed again .
Do you suppose there is any hope XXXXX his staying dead this time ?
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