complaining about
the soup, I told him of the Corps, etcetera, thinking that perhaps it
would rouse him to some patriotic feelings. But no, it did not.

"Now look here," he said, turning and frowning at me, "Aviation Corps
means flying. Just remember this,--if I hear of your trying any of that
nonsense I'll make it my business to see that you're locked up, young
lady."

"I shall do exactly as I like, Carter" I said in a friggid manner. "I
shall fly if I so desire, and you have nothing to say about it."

However, seeing that he was going to tell my father, I added:

"We shall probably not fly, as we have no machine. There are Cavalry
Regiments that have no horses, aren't there? But we are but at the
beginning of our Milatary existence, and no one can tell what the next
day may bring forth."

"Not with you, anyhow," he said in an angry tone, and was very cold to
me the rest of the dinner hour.

They talked about the war, but what a disapointment was mine! I had
returned from my Institution of Learning full of ferver, and it was a
bitter moment when I heard my father observe that he felt he could be
of more use to his Native Land by making shells than by marching and
carrying a gun, as he had once had milk-leg and was never the same
since.

"Of course," said my father, "Bab thinks I am a slacker. But a shell is
more valuable against the Germans than a milk leg, anytime."

I at that moment looked up and saw William looking at my father in a
strange manner. To those who were not on the alert it might have apeared
that he was trying not to smile, my father having a way of indulging in
"quips and cranks and wanton wiles" at the table which mother does not
like, as our Butlers are apt to listen to him and not fill the glasses
and so on.

But if my Familey slept mentaly I did not. AT ONCE I suspected William.
Being still not out, and therfore not listened to with much atention, I
kept my piece and said nothing. And I saw this. WILLIAM WAS NOT WHAT HE
SEEMED.

As soon as dinner was over I went into my father's den, where he brings
home drawings and estamates, and taking his Leather Dispach case, I
locked it in my closet, tying the key around my neck with a blue ribben.
I then decended to the lower floor, and found Carter Brooks in the hall.

"I want to talk to you," he said. "Have you young Turks--I mean young
Patriots any guns at this camp of yours?"

"Not yet."

"But you expect to, of course?"

I looked at hi