I had not cried as yet, but at the thought of Henry’s friend and the others coming up to kill me before Mr. Schmidt could get help, I shed a few tears.

They all came back as soon as my Father had slamed the house door, and if they had been feirce before they were awfull then, the cook with a handkerchief to her mouth, and Henry’s friend getting out a watch and giving me five minutes.  He had counted three minutes and was holding his Revolver to just behind my ear, when I heard the milk waggon coming back, with the horse galloping.

It stopped in the alley, and the cook said, in a dreadfull voice: 

“What’s that?”

She dashed to the Window, and looked out, and then turned to the other Spies and said: 

“The Police!”

I do not know what happened next, as I fainted again, having been under a strain for some time.

I must now stop, as mother has brought the Vibrater.

April 29th.  All the people in my father’s Mill have gone together and brought me a riding horse.  I have just been to the window of my Chamber to look at it.  I have always wanted a horse, but I cannot see that I deserve this one, having but done what any member of the G. A. C. should do.

As I now have a horse, perhaps the Corps should become Cavalry.  Memo:  Take this up with Jane.

Later:  Carter Brooks has just gone, and I have a terrable headache owing to weeping, which always makes my head ache.

He has gone to the War.

I cannot write more.

10 P. M. I can now think better, although still weeping at intervals.  I must write down all that has happened, as I do not feel like telling Jane, or indeed anybody.

Always before I have had no Secrets from Jane, even in matters of the Other Sex.  But I feel very strange about this and like thinking about it rather than putting it into speach.

Also I feel very kind toward everybody, and wish that I had been a better girl in many ways.  I have tried to be good, and have never smoked cigarettes or been decietful except when forced to be by the Familey not understanding.  But I know I am far from being what Carter Brooks thinks me to be.

I have called Hannah and given her my old watch, with money to for a new chrystal.  Also stood by at Salute while my father brought in the Emblem.  For William can no longer do it, as he was not really a Butler at all but a Secret Service Inspector, and also being still in the Hospital, although improving.

He had not told the Familey, as he was afraid they would not then treat him as a real Butler.  As for the code in the pantrey, it was really not such, but the silver list, beginning with 48 D. K. or dinner knives, etcetera.  When taking my Father’s Dispach Case from the safe, it was to keep the real Spies from getting it.  He did it every night, and took the important papers out until morning, when he put them back.