But I must not complain. It is war time.
I shall now record the events from 5 P. M. to the present.
Father met me at the station as usual, and asked me if I
cared to stop and buy some candy on the way home. Ye gods, was
I in a mood for candy?
"I think not, father," I replied, in a dignafied way. "Our
dear Country is now at war, and it is no time for
self-indulgence."
"Good for you!" he said. "Evadently that school of yours is
worth something after all. But we might have a bit of candy,
anyhow, don't you think? Because we want to keep our Industries
going and money in circulation."
I could not refuse under such circumstances, and purchaced
five pounds.
Alas, war has already made changes in my Familey. George,
the butler, has felt the call of Duty and has enlisted, and we
now have a William who chips the best china, and looks like a
German although he says not, and willing to put out the Natioual
Emblem every morning from a window in father's dressing room.
Which if he is a Spy he would probably not do, or at least
without being compeled to.
I said nothing about the G.
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