They are wearing the Germans out and so long as that happens it does not matter whether it is done a few miles east or a few miles west. The Huns have not got all the cleverness in the world. Well, I am going to leave the war to Haig for the rest of the day and make a frosting for my chocolate cake. And when it is made I shall put it on the top shelf. The last one I made I left it on the lower shelf and little Kitchener sneaked in and clawed all the icing off and ate it.
Some people think very slow.
Jim Anderson has not got a scratch, for all he has been two years in the trenches. A fool for luck, as the old proverb says. So I wrote and told him all about the wee man, and sent him snapshots. Jims will be two years old next week and he is a perfect duck. But I do love Jims, and I'm afraid I wasn't really half as glad as I should have been when Jim Anderson's letter proved that he was safe and sound.