e lad
answered, "My cousin Walter uses this kind." I remember that he used to
idolize Walt, as all the younger fellows did; if he still has some of the
feeling there's hope for him. Knudsen made him shave the other half of
his face himself--a botched job, but still David finished it. Randall
remarked that safety razors were best for girls, and when David finally
emerged fresh, pink, and handsome in spite of his wounds, Randall said,
"Now you're yourself again, Miss Lucy."

The boy's face is very sensitive; I saw that he was more hurt than angry,
and he flushed deeply with the pain of it. It was Knudsen who was angry,
but he said nothing. Corder still watched quizzically. I know that the
title will stick. It is not ten minutes since the word was uttered, and
we are already taking it up as David's name. Randall uses it flagrantly,
the rest of us as a matter of course, all except Knudsen. "Come on,
Lucy," he said just now when the first call for assembly sounded, and
with his hand on David's shoulder he went with him into the street,
protectively, I think.

I shall close this and send it off. Again love from

DICK.

PRIVATE RICHARD GODWIN TO HIS MOTHER

Saturday, Sep. 9, 1916.
At the Y. M. C. A. Nearing 9 P. M.

DEAR MOTHER:--

My tremendous postscript of this morning has somewhat led me out of the
order of the day. I found myself awake at reveille, and rolled willingly
out of bed. At the spigot, the one and only article of convenience at the
lower end of the company street, I found a helpful comrade who gladly
soused me from a bucket, and the day was begun. Back in the tent I found
the fellows slowly coming to consciousness, all except that accurate and
careful elder, Corder, who was dressing with great preciseness after a
shower bath, and was calmly pleased at having no particular symptoms of
old age to report. He and I have a valuable distinction as the only men
in the squad with foresight enough to have been _typhinated_, worth while
on this day when the others must submit to inoculation, if they want to
run no risk on the hike. Then David's shaving, as described. It was cold
when we finally turned out, and our humane lieutenant, placing himself on
a table at the head of the street, while we in open formation faced him,
put us through setting-up exercises that