Camp convened at 12 noon, as we spent the morning helping
to get members of the Other Sex to enlist. We pinned a pink
Carnation on each Enlister, and had to send for more several
times. We had quite a Crowd there and it was very polite except
one, who said he would enlist twice for one kiss. The Officer
however took him by the ear and said the Army did not wish such
as he. He then through (threw?) him out.
This morning I warned the new Chauffeur, feeling that if he
had by chance any Milatary Secrets in the Garage he should know
about William.
"William!" he said, looking up from where he was in the
Repair Pit at the time. "_William_!"
"I am sorry, Henry," I said, in a quiet voice. "But I fear
that William is not what he apears to be."
"I think you must be mistaken, miss." He then hamered for
some time. When he was through he climbed out and said: "There's
to much Spy talk going on, to my thinking, miss. And anyhow,
what would a Spy be after in this house?"
"Well," I observed, in an indignant manner, for I am
sensative and hate to have my word doubted, "as my father is in
a business which is now War Secrets and nothing else, I can
understand, if you can't.
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