How great was my humiliation, although done with the Highest Motives, to have my Corps standing around and listening.  Also watching while I drew out the rihben and the key.

“I hid it in my closet, father,” I said.

“Great thunder!” he said.  “And we have called in the Secret Service!”

He then turned on his heal and stocked away, only stopping to stare at Mademoiselle in the car, and then driving as fast as possable back to the mill.

As he had forgotten Jane, she was obliged to stay.  It was by now raining, and the Corps wanted to go home.  But I made a speach, saying that if we weakened now what would we do in times of Real Danger?

“What are a few drops of rain?” I inquired, “to the falling of bullets and perhaps shells?  We will now have the class in bandageing.”

The Corps drew lots as to who would be bandaged, there being no volunteers, as it was cold and necesary to remove Unaform etcetera.  Elaine got number seven.  The others then practiced on her, having a book to go by.

I here add to this log Jane’s report on William.  He had cleaned silver until 1 P. M., when he had gone back to the kitchin and moved off the soup kettle to boil some dish towles.  The cook had then set his dish towles out in the yard and upset the pan, pretending that a dog had done so.  Hannah had told Jane about it.

At 1:45 William had gone out, remarking that he was going to the drug store to get some poizon for the cook.  Jane had followed him and he had really mailed A letter.

April 14th.  I have taken a heavy cold and am, alas, hors de combat.  The Familey has issued orders that I am to stay in bed this A. M. and if stopped sneazing by 2 P. M. am to be allowed up but not to go to Camp.

Elaine is in bed to, and her mother called up and asked my Parents if they would not send me back to school, as I had upset everything and they could not even get Elaine to the Dentist’s, as she kept talking about teeth being unimportant when the safety of the Nation was hanging in the Balence.

As I lie here and reflect, it seems to me that everywhere around me I see nothing but Sloth and Indiference.  One would beleive that nothing worse could happen than a Cook giving notice.  Will nothing rouze us to our Peril?  Are we to sit here, talking about housecleaning and sowing women and how wide are skirts, when the minions of the German Army may at any time turn us into slaves?  Never!

Later:  Carter Brooks has sent me a book on First Aid.  Ye gods, what chance have I at a wounded Soldier when every person of the Femanine Sex in this Country is learning First Aid, and even hoping for small accidents so they can practice on them.  No, there are some who can use their hands (i. e. at bandageing and cutting small boils, etcetera.  Leila has just cut one for Henry, the chauffeur, although not yellow on top and therfore not ready) and there are others who do not care for Nursing, as they turn sick at the sight of blood, and must therfore use their brains.  I am of this class.