so decided to be Captain, as having organised the Camp and
having a right to be.

10 P. M. I am now in my familiar Chamber, and Hannah says they intended
to get new furnature but feel they should not, as War is here and
everything very expencive.

But I must not complain. It is war time.

I shall now record the events from 5 P. M. to the present.

Father met me at the station as usual, and asked me if I cared to stop
and buy some candy on the way home. Ye gods, was I in a mood for candy?

"I think not, father," I replied, in a dignafied way. "Our dear Country
is now at war, and it is no time for self-indulgence."

"Good for you!" he said. "Evadently that school of yours is worth
something after all. But we might have a bit of candy, anyhow, don't
you think? Because we want to keep our Industries going and money in
circulation."

I could not refuse under such circumstances, and purchaced five pounds.

Alas, war has already made changes in my Familey. George, the butler,
has felt the call of Duty and has enlisted, and we now have a William
who chips the best china, and looks like a German although he says not,
and willing to put out the Natioual Emblem every morning from a window
in father's dressing room. Which if he is a Spy he would probably not
do, or at least without being compeled to.

I said nothing about the G. A. C. during dinner, as I was waiting to see
if father would give me ten dollars before I organized it. But I am a
person of strong feelings, and I was sad and depressed, thinking of my
dear Country at War and our beginning with soup and going on through as
though nothing was happening. I therfore observed that I considered it
unpatriotic, with the Enemy at our gatez, to have Sauterne on the table
and a Cocktail beforehand, as well as expencive tobacco and so on, even
although economising in other ways, such as furnature.

"What's that?" my father said to me, in a sharp tone.

"Let her alone, father," Leila said. "She's just dramatising herself as
usual. We're probably in for a dose of Patriotism."

I would perhaps have made a sharp anser, but a street piano outside
began to play The Star-Spangled Banner. I then stood up, of course, and
mother said: "Sit down, for heaven's sake, Barbara."

"Not until our National Anthem is finished, mother," I said in a tone
of gentle reproof. "I may not vote or pay taxes, but this at least I can
do."

Well, father got up to, and drank his coffee standing.