APRIL 11TH: I have had my breakfast and called up Jane
Raleigh. She was greatly excited and said:
"I'm just crazy about it. What sort of a Unaform will we
have?"
This is like Jane, who puts clothes before everything. But
I told her what I had in mind, and she said it sounded perfectly
thrilling.
"We each of us ought to learn some one thing," she said,
"so we can do it right. It's an age of Specialties. Suppose you
take up signaling, or sharp-shooting if you prefer it, and I can
learn wireless telegraphy. And maybe Betty will take the flying
course, because we ought to have an Aviator and she is afraid of
nothing, besides having an uncle who is thinking of buying an
Aeroplane."
"What else would you sugest?" I said freezingly. Because to
hear her one would have considered the entire G. A. C. as her
own idea.
"Well," she said, "I don't know, unless we have a Secret
Service and guard your father's mill. Because every one thinks
he is going to have trouble with Spies."
I made no reply to this, as William was dusting the Drawing
Room, but said, "Come over.
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