ut fifteen minutes more. I was again in my chair, and
he did not percieve that my hands were now untied.

I must stop here, as my hands tremble to much to hold my trusty pen.

APRIL 28TH. Leila has just been in. She kissed me in a fraternal manner,
and I then saw that she wore an engagement ring. Well, such is Life.
We only get realy acquainted with our Families when they die, or get
married.

Doctor Connor came in a moment later and kissed me to, calling me his
brave little Sister.

How pleasant it is to lie thus, having wine jelatine and squab and so
on, and wearing a wrist watch with twenty-seven diamonds, and mother
using the vibrator on my back to make me sleepy, etcetera. Also, to know
that when one's father returns he will say:

"Well, how is the Patriot today?" and not smile while saying it.

I have recorded in this journal up to where I had got my hands loose,
and Henry was going to shoot me in fifteen minutes.

We have thus come to Mr. Schmidt.

Suddenly Henry swore in an angry manner. This was because my father had
brought the machine home and was but then coming along the drive. Had he
come alone it would have been the end of him and the Mill, for Henry and
his friend would have caught him, and my father is like me--he would die
before giving the Password and blowing up all the men and so on in the
Mill. But he brought the manager with him, as he lives out of town and
there is no train after midnight.

My father said:

"Henry!"

So Henry replied:

"Coming, sir" and went out, but again locked the door.

Before he went out he said:

"Now mind, any noise up here and we will finish you and your father
also. DON'T YOU OVERTURN A CHAIR BY MISTAKE, YOUNG LADY."

He then went down, and I could hear my dear Parent's voice which I felt
I would probably never hear again, discussing new tires and Henry's
earache, which was not a real one, as I now knew.

I looked at William, but he had his eyes shut and I saw he was now realy
unconscious. I then however heard a waggon in our alley, and I went to
the window. What was my joy to see that it was Mr. Schmidt's milk waggon
which had stopped under the ark light, with he himself on the seat. He
was getting some milk bottles out, and I suppose he heard the talking
in our Garage, for he stopped and then looked up. Then he dropped a milk
bottle, but he stood still and stared.

With what anguished eyes, dear Log or Journal, did I look down at him,
unable to