g this in the Train, which accounts for poor
writing, etcetera. But I cannot wait for I now see a way to help my
Country.

The way I thought of it was this:

I had been sitting in deep thought, and although returning to my Familey
was feeling sad at the idea of my Country at war and I not helping.
Because what could I do, alone and unarmed? What was my strength against
that of the German Army? A trifle light as air!

It was at this point in my pain and feeling of being utterly useless,
that a young man in the next seat asked if he might close the Window,
owing to Soot and having no other coller with him. I assented.

How little did I realize that although resembling any other Male of
twenty years, he was realy Providence?

The way it happened was in this manner. Although not supposed to talk on
trains, owing to once getting the wrong suit-case, etcetera, one cannot
very well refuse to anser if one is merely asked about a Window. And
also I pride myself on knowing Human Nature, being seldom decieved as to
whether a gentleman or not. I gave him a steady glance, and saw that he
was one.

I then merely said to him that I hoped he intended to enlist, because I
felt that I could at least do this much for my Native Land.

"I have already done so," he said, and sat down beside me. He was very
interesting and I think will make a good soldier, although not handsome.
He said he had been to Plattsburg the summer before, drilling, and had
not been the same since, feeling now very ernest and only smoking three
times a day. And he was two inches smaller in the waste and three inches
more in chest. He then said:

"If some of you girls with nothing to do would only try it you would
have a new outlook on Life."

"Nothing to do!" I retorted, in an angry manner. "I am sick and tired
of the way my Sex is always reproached as having nothing to do. If
you consider French and music and Algebra and History and English
composition nothing, as well as keeping house and having children and
atending to social duties, I DO not."

"Sorry," he said, stiffly. "Of course I had no idea--do you mean that
you have a Familey of your own?"

"I was refering to my Sex in general," I replied, in a cold tone.

He then said that there were Camps for girls, like Plattsburg only more
Femanine, and that they were bully. (This was his word. I do not use
slang.)

"You see," he said, "they take a lot of over-indulged society girls and
make them over in