As I lie here and reflect, it seems to me that everywhere
around me I see nothing but Sloth and Indiference. One would
beleive that nothing worse could happen than a Cook giving
notice. Will nothing rouze us to our Peril? Are we to sit here,
talking about housecleaning and sowing women and how wide are
skirts, when the minions of the German Army may at any time turn
us into slaves? Never!
LATER: Carter Brooks has sent me a book on First Aid. Ye
gods, what chance have I at a wounded Soldier when every person
of the Femanine Sex in this Country is learning First Aid, and
even hoping for small accidents so they can practice on them.
No, there are some who can use their hands (i. e. at bandageing
and cutting small boils, etcetera. Leila has just cut one for
Henry, the chauffeur, although not yellow on top and therfore
not ready) and there are others who do not care for Nursing, as
they turn sick at the sight of blood, and must therfore use
their brains. I am of this class.
William brought up my tray this morning. I gave him a
peircing glance and said:
"Is the Emblem out?"
He avoided my eye.
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