They are daily more skeptical of promises. They have suffered death
in life. All that early exaltation--exhilaration--has gone long since.
They shut their teeth and endure because they still believe the cunning
official lies--that Britain must be starved by the submersibles, that
France's man power is nearly exhausted, that the United States cannot
prepare an army in less than two years and needs all her trained men at
home to quell the riots of the masses who disapprove of the war. They
are taught to believe that ultimate victory for Germany is
inevitable--that it is merely a question of months.
"But--convince them that Germany cannot win, that their own conquest is
inevitable after three or four more years of horror and torment and
personal despair, turn their blind hatred of England and America upon
their own conscienceless rulers--"
"Jimminy!" cried Mimi. "That's the dope. Pound it into them that the
Enemy Allies will give them a square deal as a Republic and put them
under the steam-roller with the Hohenzollerns if they stand pat, and
you'll get them. No more hungry and tubercular babies, no more babies
born with a cuticle short in theirs. They'd rise as one man--I
mean--damn the men!--as one woman."
Heloise left her seat like a whirlwind and flung herself at Gisela's
feet.
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