I returned to my domacile in time to
take in Old Glory, and also to dress for dinner, being muddy and
needing a bath, as we had tried bathing in the creek at the camp
while Mademoiselle was asleep in the tent, but found that there
was an oil well near and the water was full of oil, which stuck
to us and was very disagreeable to smell.
Carter Brooks came to dinner, and I played the National
Anthem on the phonograph as we went in to the Dining Room.
Mother did not like it, as the soup was getting cold, but we all
stood until it was finished. I then saluted, and we sat down.
Carter Brooks sat beside me, and he gave me a long and
piercing glance.
"What's the matter with you, Bab?" he said. "You were
rather rude to me last night and now you've been looking through
me and not at me ever since I came, and I'll bet you're
feverish."
"Not at all." I said, in a cold tone. "I may be excited,
because of war and my Country's Peril. But for goodness sake
don't act like the Familey, which always considers that I am
sick when I am merely intence."
"Intence about what?" he asked.
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