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?

This I know. He cannot get into Henry's room, as the padlock is now on.

LATER: He has returned, foiled!

APRIL 18TH. Nothing new. Working hard at signaling. Mr. Schmidt says I
am doing well and if he was an Officer he would give me a job.

APRIL 19TH. Nothing new. But Doctor Connor had told Leila that my father
looks sick or at least not well. When I went to him, being frightened,
as he is my only Male Parent and very dear to me, he only laughed and
said:

"Nonsense! We're rushed at the Mill, that's all. You see, Bab, War is
more than Unaforms and saluting.