soon after that that we went to visit Charlie Sands, Tish's
nephew, at the camp where he was learning to be an officer. We called to
see the colonel in command first, and Aggie gave him two extra blankets
for Charlie Sands' bed and a pair of knitted bedroom slippers. He was
very nice to us and promised to see personally that they went to the
proper bed.

"I'm always delighted to attend to these little things," he said. "Fine
to feel that our boys are comfortable. You haven't by any chance brought
an eiderdown pillow?"

He seemed very regretful when he found we had not thought of one.

"That's too bad," he said. "I've discovered that there is nothing so
comforting as a down pillow after a day of strenuous labor."

It was rather disappointing to find that the duties of his position kept
him closely confined to the office, and that therefore he had not yet
had the pleasure of meeting Tish's nephew, but he said he had no doubt
they would meet before long.

"They're all brought in here sooner or later, for one thing or another,"
he said pleasantly.

As Tish observed going out, it was pleasant to to think of Charlie
Sands' being in such good hands.

It was, however, rather a shock to find him, when we did find him, lying
on his stomach in a mud puddle with a rifle in front of him. We did not
recognize him at once, as a lot of men were yelling, and indeed just at
first he did not seem particularly glad to see us.

"Suffering cats!" he shouted. "Don't you see we're shooting? You'll be
killed. Get behind the line!"

"I guess it won't defeat the Allies if you stop shooting for two
minutes," Tish observed with her splendid poise. "But if you will take
charge of this homemade apple butter, which I didn't trust your colonel
with, we will go to your sitting room, or wherever it is you receive
visitors."

There was quite a crowd of young officers round us by that time and we
waited to be introduced. But Charlie Sands did not seem to think of it,
so Tish put down the apple butter on the ground and said to one of them:

"Now, young man, since we seem to be in your way, perhaps you will take
us to some place to wait for my nephew." Then seeing that he looked
rather strange she added: "But perhaps you have never met. This is my
nephew, Mr. Sands. If you will tell me who you are----"

"Williams is my name," he said. "I--Major Williams. I--I've met your
nephew--that is---- Private Sands, take these ladies to the Y. M. C. A.