But I know I am
far from being what Carter Brooks thinks me to be.
I have called Hannah and given her my old watch, with money
to for a new chrystal. Also stood by at Salute while my father
brought in the Emblem. For William can no longer do it, as he
was not really a Butler at all but a Secret Service Inspector,
and also being still in the Hospital, although improving.
He had not told the Familey, as he was afraid they would
not then treat him as a real Butler. As for the code in the
pantrey, it was really not such, but the silver list, beginning
with 48 D. K. or dinner knives, etcetera. When taking my
Father's Dispach Case from the safe, it was to keep the real
Spies from getting it. He did it every night, and took the
important papers out until morning, when he put them back.
To-night my father brought in the Emblem and folded it. He
then said:
"Well, I admit that Fathers are not real Substatutes for
young men in Unaform, but in times of Grief they may be mighty
handy to tie to." He then put his arms around me and said: "You
see, Bab, the real part of War, for a woman--and you are that
now, Bab, in spite of your years--the real thing she has to do
is not the fighting part, although you are about as good a
soldier as any I know.
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