Reflections.

If I must reflect I reflect upon Ann Veronica. This is not what is
intended. Mrs. Tourtebattre. Of this we know nothing.

Can we reflect one for another.

Profit and loss is three twenty five never two seventy five.

Yes that is the very easy force, decidedly not.

Then Tourtebattre used to come all the time and then he used to tell us
how old he was when he was asked and he took sugar in his coffee as it
was given to him. He was not too old to be a father he was thirty seven
and he had three children and he told us that he liked to turn a phrase.

China. Whenever he went to the colonies his sister was hurt in an
automobile accident. This did not mean that she suffered.

Some one thought she was killed. Will you please put that in.

His father's watch, his wife gave all his most precious belongings to a
man who did not belong to the town he said he belonged to. We did not
know the truth of this.

Reflections.

We should not color our hero with his wife's misdeeds. Because you see
he may be a religion instead of a talker. Little bones have to come out
of his hand for action this was after his wound. A good deal.

He was wounded in the attack in April right near where he was always
going to visit his wife and he saw the church tower and then he was
immediately evacuated to an american hospital where every one was very
American and very kind and Miss Bell tried to talk french to him and
amuse him but overcome with her difficulties with the french language
she retired which made him say she was very nice and these stories that
he told to us you told to Sister Cecile which did not please her and she
said we must come and hear from every one else the stories they all told
of the kindness they had received in the American hospital before they
came to her and she said to them what did the major do, and they said he
played ball. He did. And you too and all of them said, no sister but you
were wounded in an attack. We were both wounded, said the soldier.

Reflections.

Reflections on Sister Cecile lead us to believe that she did not reflect
about Friday but about the book in which she often wrote. We were
curious. She wrote this note. This is it. Name life, wife, deed, wound,
weather, food, devotion, and expression.

What did he ask for.

Why I don't know.

Why don't you know.

I don't call that making literature at all.

What has he asked for.

I call literature telling a story as it