"'Ow be 'ee gettin' on then, maaster?"
"Oh, better than I deserve, Martha," I replied. "Thank you for the ham you sent over."
"Oh, tha's all right, sur. Es the war still goin' on?"
"Yes," I replied; "still going on."
"Ter'ble pity," was her answer. "It ought to be stopped."
"The question is, Martha, how can we stop it?"
"We could stop et all right," said Martha, "ef everybody made up their minds to send them no more money. They would have to stop et."
"Send who any more money?" I asked.
"Why, Lloyd George, maaster; ef everybody in the country refused to send 'un a penny, he'd 'ave to stop et, and then the war would be over."
I could not help laughing at Martha's method for ending the great struggle of the world, neither would I have mentioned it, but to give an idea of the feelings which obtained in certain sections of the country.