m in a steady manner.

"When you have put on the Unaform of your Country" I said, "or at least
of Plattsburg, I shall tell you my Milatary secrets, and not before."

"Plattsburg!" he exclaimed. "What do you know of Plattsburg?"

I then told him, and he listened, but in a very disagreeable way. And at
last he said:

"The plain truth, Bab, is that some good-looking chap has filled you up
with a lot of dope which is meant for men, not romantic girls. I'll bet
to cents that if a fellow with a broken noze or a squint had told you,
you'd have forgotten it the next minute."

I was exasparated. Because I am tired of being told that the defence of
our Dear Country is a masculine matter.

"Carter" I said, "I do not beleive in the double, standard, and never
did."

"The what?"

"The double standard," I said with dignaty. "It was all well and good
when war meant wearing a kitchin stove and wielding a lance. It is no
longer so. And I will show you."

I did not mean to be boastfull, such not being my nature. But I did not
feel that one who had not yet enlisted, remarking that there was time
enough when the Enemy came over, etcetera, had any right to criticise
me.

12 MIDNIGHT. How can I set down what I have discovered? And having
recorded it, how be sure that Hannah will not snoop around and find this
record, and so ruin everything?

It is midnight. Leila is still out, bent on frivolaty. The rest of
the Familey sleeps quietly, except father, who has taken cold and is
breathing through his mouth, and I sit here alone, with my secret.

William is a Spy. I have the proofs. How my hand trembles as I set down
the terrable words.

I discovered it thus.

Feeling somewhat emty at bed time and never sleeping well when hollow
inside, I went down to the pantrey at eleven P. M. to see if any of the
dinner puding had been left, although not hopeful, owing to the servants
mostly finishing the desert.

WILLIAM WAS IN THE PANTREY.

He was writing somthing, and he tried to hide it when I entered.

Being in my ROBE DE NUIT I closed the door and said through it:

"Please go away, William. Because I want to come in, unless all the
puding is gone."

I could hear him moving around, as though concealing somthing.

"There is no puding, miss," he said. "And no fruit except for breakfast.
Your mother is very particuler that no one take the breakfast fruit."

"William," I said sternly, "go out by the kitchen door. Because I am
hun