On April 21st, Saturday, I had a bad cold and was not allowed to go to camp.  I therfore slept most of the day, being one to sleep easily in daytime, except for Hannah coming in to feel if I was feverish.

My father did not come home to dinner, and later on telephoned that he was not to be looked for until he arived, owing to somthing very important at the Mill and a night shift going on for the first time.

We ate Dinner without him, and mother was very nervous and kept saying that with foremen and so on she did not see why father should have to kill himself.

Ye gods!  Had we but realised the Signifacance of that remark!  But we did not, but went to living in a Fool’s Paradice, and complaining because William had put to much vinigar in the French Dressing.

William locked up the house and we retired to our Chambers.  But as I had slept most of the day I could not compose myself to Slumber, but sat up in my robe de nuit and reflected about Carter Brooks, and that perhaps it would be better for him not to enlist as there is plenty to be done here at home, where one is safe from bullets, machine guns and so on.  Because, although not Sentamental about him or silly in any way, I felt that he should not wish to go into danger if his mother objected.  And after all one must consider mothers and other Parents.

I put a dressing gown over my robe de nuit, and having then remembered about the Wireless, I put out my light and sat in the window seat.  But there was no Mast to be seen, and nothing but the ark light swinging.

I then saw some one come in the drive and go back to the Garage, but as Henry has a friend who has been out of work and sleeps with him, although not told to the Familey, as probably objecting,—­although why I could not see, since he used half of Henry’s bed and therfore cost nothing—­I considered that it was he.

It was not, however, as I shall now record in this Log or Journal.

I had perhaps gone to sleep in my place of watching, when I heard a rapping at my Chamber door.  “Only this and nothing more.”  Poe—­The Raven.

I at once opened the door, and it was the cook.  She said that Henry had returned from the mill with a pain in his ear, and had telephoned to her by the house ’phone to bring over a hot water bottle, as father was driving himself home when ready.

She then said that if I would go over with her to the Garage and drop some laudinum into his ear, she being to nervous, and also taking my hot water bottle, she would be grateful.

Although not fond of her, owing to her giving notice and also being very fussy about cake taken from the pantrey, I am one to go always where needed.  I also felt that a member of the Corps should not shirk Duty, even a Chauffeur’s ear.  I therfore got my hot water bottle and some slippers, etcetera, and we went to the Garage.

I went up the stairs to Henry’s room, but what was my surprize to find him not there, but only his friend.  I then said: