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 . `` I see there is a Bernstoff man in the States who says that the war is over and Germany has won -- and they tell me Whiskers-on-the-moon says the same thing and is quite pleased about it , but I could tell them both that it is chancy work counting chickens even the day before they are hatched , and bears have been known to live long after their skins were sold . '' `` Why ai n't the British navy doing more ? '' persisted Cousin Sophia . `` Even the British navy can not sail on dry land , Sophia Crawford . I have not given up hope , and I shall not , Tomascow and Mobbage and all such barbarous names to the contrary notwithstanding . Mrs. Dr. dear , can you tell me if R-h-e-i-m-s is Rimes or Reems or Rames or Rems ? '' `` I believe it 's really more like ` Rhangs , ' Susan . '' `` Oh , those French names , '' groaned Susan . `` They tell me the Germans has about ruined the church there , '' sighed Cousin Sophia . `` I always thought the Germans was Christians . '' `` A church is bad enough but their doings in Belgium are far worse , '' said Susan grimly . `` When I heard the doctor reading about them bayonetting the babies , Mrs. Dr. dear , I just thought , ` Oh , what if it were our little Jem ! ' I was stirring the soup when that thought came to me and I just felt that if I could have lifted that saucepan full of that boiling soup and thrown it at the Kaiser I would not have lived in vain . '' `` Tomorrow -- tomorrow -- will bring the news that the Germans are in Paris , '' said Gertrude Oliver , through her tense lips . She had one of those souls that are always tied to the stake , burning in the suffering of the world around them . Apart from her own personal interest in the war , she was racked by the thought of Paris falling into the ruthless hands of the hordes who had burned Louvain and ruined the wonder of Rheims . But on the morrow and the next morrow came the news of the miracle of the Marne .
Rilla rushed madly home XXXXX the office waving the Enterprise with its big red headlines .
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