“Have you no Patriotism?” I demanded.  “Can you repeat unmoved the celabrated lines: 

     “Lives there a man with Soul so dead,
     He (or who) never to himself hath said: 
     This is my own, my Native Land.”

I then choked up, although being Captain I felt that tears were a femanine weakness and a bad Example.

Mademoiselle had at that moment felt an ant somewhere and was not looking.  Therfore she did not perceive when he reached over and put his hand on my foot, which happened to be nearest to him.  He then pated my foot, and said: 

“What a nice kid you are!”

It is strange, now that he and the baskets, etcetera, have gone away, that I continue to think about his pating my foot.  Because I have known him for years, and he is nothing to me but a good friend and not sentamental in any way.

I feel this way.  Suppose he enlists and goes away to die for his Country, as a result of my Speach.  Can I endure to think of it?  No.  I did not feel this way about Tom Gray, who has gone to Florida to learn to fly, although at one time thinking the Sun rose and set on him.  It is very queer.

The Sentry reports Mr. Schmidt and the dogs coming over the fense.

Evening.  Doctor Connor is here again.  He is taking Sis to a meeting where he is to make a Speach.  I ofered to go along, but they did not apear to hear me, and perhaps it is as well, for I must watch William, as Henry is taking them in the car.  I am therfore writing on the stairs, as I can then hear him washing Silver in the pantrey.

Mother has been very sweet to me this evening.  I cannot record how I feel about the change.  I used to feel that she loved me when she had time to do so, but that she had not much time, being busy with Bridge, Dinners, taking Leila out and Housekeeping, and so on.  But now she has more time.  Tonight she said: 

“Bab, suppose we have a little talk.  I have been thinking all day what I would do if you were a boy, and took it into that Patriotic head of yours to enlist.  I couldn’t bear it, that’s all.”

I was moved to tears by this afection on the part of my dear Parent, but I remembered being Captain of the Corps, and so did not weep.  She then said that she would buy us an Emblem for the Camp, and have a luncheon packed each day.  She also ofered me a wrist watch.

I cannot but think what changes War can make, bringing people together because of worry and danger, and causing gifts, such as flags and watches, and ofering to come out and see us in a day or so.

It is now 9 P. M. and the mention of the flag has reminded me that our own Emblem still fluters beneath the Starry Sky.

Later:  William is now in the Garage.  I am watching from the window of the sowing room.

The terrable thought comes—­has he a wireless concealed there, by which he sends out clandestine messages, perhaps to Germany?