Luncheon was a great surprize, as at 12:45 a car apeared on
the sky line and was reported by our Sentry as aproaching
rapidly.
When it came near it was seen to be driven by Carter
Brooks, and to contain several baskets, etcetera. He then
dismounted and saluted and said:
"The Commiseriat has sent me forward with the day's
rations, sir."
"Very good," I returned, in an official manner. "Corps will
line up and count. Odd numbers to unpack and evens to set the
table."
This of course was figurative, as we have no table, but eat
upon the ground.
He then carried over the baskets and a freezer of ice
cream. He had brought a fruit salid, cold chicken, potatoe
Chips, cake and ice-cream. It was a delightful Repast, and not
soon to be forgotten by the Corps.
Mademoiselle got out of the Adams's car and came over,
although she had her own lunch as usual. She then had the
Chauffeur carry over a seat cushion, and to see her one would
beleive she was always pleasant. I have no use for those who are
only pleasant in the presence of Food or Strangers.
Carter Brooks sat beside me, and observed:
"You see, Bab, although a Slacker myself, I cannot bear
that such brave spirits as those of the Girls' Aviation Corps
should go hungry.
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