He says he has decided to help me, and that I need not watch the safe, etcetera, at night.  I therfore gave him a key to the side door, and now feel much better.  He also said not to have any of the Corps detailed to watch William in the daytime, as he can do so, because the Familey is now spending all day at the Red Cross.

He thinks the Password idea fine, as otherwise almost anybody could steal a medal and get into the mill.

William seems to know that I know something, and this morning, while opening the door for me, he said: 

“I beg pardon, Miss Bab, but I see Henry is driving you today.”

“It is not hard to see,” I replied, in a hauty manner.  It is not the Butler’s business who is driving me, and anyhow I had no intention of any unecessary conversation with a Spy.

“Your own car being out of order, miss?”

“It is,” I retorted.  “As you will probably be going to the Garage, although against orders, while Henry is out, you can see it yourself.”

I then went out and sat in front in order to converce with Henry, as the back is lonely.  I looked up at the door and William was standing there, with a very queer look on his face.

3 P. M. Mr. Schmidt is late and the Corps is practising, having now got to K.

Luncheon was a great surprize, as at 12:45 a car apeared on the sky line and was reported by our Sentry as aproaching rapidly.

When it came near it was seen to be driven by Carter Brooks, and to contain several baskets, etcetera.  He then dismounted and saluted and said: 

“The Commiseriat has sent me forward with the day’s rations, sir.”

“Very good,” I returned, in an official manner.  “Corps will line up and count.  Odd numbers to unpack and evens to set the table.”

This of course was figurative, as we have no table, but eat upon the ground.

He then carried over the baskets and a freezer of ice cream.  He had brought a fruit salid, cold chicken, potatoe Chips, cake and ice-cream.  It was a delightful Repast, and not soon to be forgotten by the Corps.

Mademoiselle got out of the Adams’s car and came over, although she had her own lunch as usual.  She then had the Chauffeur carry over a seat cushion, and to see her one would beleive she was always pleasant.  I have no use for those who are only pleasant in the presence of Food or Strangers.

Carter Brooks sat beside me, and observed: 

“You see, Bab, although a Slacker myself, I cannot bear that such brave spirits as those of the Girls’ Aviation Corps should go hungry.”

I then gave him a talking-to, saying that he had been a great disapointment, as I thought one should rise to the Country’s Call and not wait until actualy needed, even when an only son.

He made no defence, but said in a serious tone: 

“You see, it’s like this.  I am not sure of myself, Bab.  I don’t want to enlist because others of the Male Sex, as you would say, are enlisting and I’m ashamed not to.  And I don’t want to enlist just to wear a Unaform and get away from business.  I don’t take it as lightly as all that.”