first verse of the National Hymn, as he
was tired of making his lips move and thus pretending to sing when not
actualy doing so.

I shall now record about Carter Brooks coming today. I was in a chair
with pilows and so on, when Leila came in and kissed me, and then said:

"Bab, are you able to see a caller?"

I said yes, if not the Police, as I had seen a great many and was tired
of telling about Henry and Henry's friend, etcetera.

"Not the Police," she said.

She then went out in the hall and said:

"Come up. It's all right."

I then saw a Soldier in the door, and could not beleive that it was
Carter Brooks, until he saluted and said:

"Captain, I have come to report. Owing to the end of the Easter Holadays
the Girls' Aviation Corps----"

I could no longer be silent. I cried:

"Oh, Carter!"

So he came into the room and turned round, saying:

"Some soldier, eh?"

Leila had gone out, and all at once I knew that my Patriotism was not
what I had thought it, for I could not bear to see him going to War,
especialy as his mother would be lonly without him.

Although I have never considered myself weak, I now felt that I was
going to cry. I therfore said in a low voice to give me a Handkercheif,
and he gave me one of his.

"Why, look here," he said, in an astounded manner, "you aren't crying
about ME, are you?"

I said from behind his Handkercheif that I was not, except being sorry
for his mother and also for him on account of Leila.

"Leila!" he said. "What about Leila?"

"She is lost to you forever," I replied in a choking tone. "She is
betrothed to another."

He became very angry at that, and observed:

"Look here, Bab. One minute I think you are the cleverest Girl in the
World, and the next--you little stuped, do you still insist on thinking
that I am in love with Leila?"

At that time I began to feel very queer, being week and at the same time
excited and getting red, the more so as he pulled the Handkercheif from
my eyes and commanded me: "Bab, look at me. Do I LOOK as though I care
for Leila?"

I, however, could not look at him just then. Because I felt that I could
not endure to see the Unaform.

"Don't you know why I hang around this House?" he said, in a very savige
manner. "Because if you don't everybody else does."

Dear Log or Journal, I could but think of one thing, which was that
I was not yet out, but still what is called a Sub-Deb, and so he was
probably only joking, or perha