Bab: a Sub-Deb eBook

Mary Roberts Rinehart
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 323 pages of information about Bab.

Sans fiancee, Sans friend, Sans reward and Sans Allowence, I turned and went back to my father, who was on the verandah and was now, with my mother and sister, all that I had left in the World.

And my father said:  “Well, here I am, around as usual.  Do you feel to grown-up to sit on my knee?”

I did not.


The G.A.C.

April 9th.  As I am leaving this School to-morrow for the Easter Holadays, I revert to this Dairy, which has not been written in for some months, owing to being a Senior now and carrying a heavy schedule.

My trunk has now gone, and I have but just returned from Chapel, where Miss Everett made a Speach, as the Head has quinzy.  She raised a large Emblem that we have purchaced at fifty cents each, and said in a thrilling voice that our beloved Country was now at war, and expected each and all to do his duty.

“I shall not,” she said, “point out to any the Fields of their Usefulness.  That they must determine for themselves.  But I know that the Girls of this school will do what they find to do, and return to the school at the end of two weeks, school opening with evening Chapel as usual and no tardiness permitted, better off for the use they have made of this Precious Period.”

We then sang the Star-Spangled Banner, all standing and facing the piano, but watching to see if Fraulein sang, which she did.  Because there are those who consider that she is a German Spy.

I am now sitting in the Upper House, wondering what I can do.  For I am like this and always have been.  I am an American through and through, having been told that I look like a tipical American girl.  And I do not beleive in allowing Patriotism to be a matter of words—­words, emty words.

No.  I am one who beleives in doing things, even though necesarily small.  What if I can be but one of the little drops of Water or little grains of Sand?  I am ready to rise like a lioness to my country’s call and would, if permitted and not considered imodest by my Familey, put on the clothing of the Other Sex and go into the trenches.

What can I do?

It is strange to be going home in this manner, thinking of Duty and not of boys and young men.  Usualy when about to return to my Familey I think of Clothes and affairs de COUER, because at school there is nothing much of either except on Friday evenings.  But now all is changed.  All my friends of the Other Sex will have roused to the defense of their Country, and will be away.

And I to must do my part, or bit, as the English say.

But what?  Oh what?

April 10th.  I am writing this in the Train, which accounts for poor writing, etcetera.  But I cannot wait for I now see a way to help my Country.

The way I thought of it was this: 

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