"Don't you know why I hang around this House?" he said, in
a very savige manner. "Because if you don't everybody else
does."
Dear Log or Journal, I could but think of one thing, which
was that I was not yet out, but still what is called a Sub-Deb,
and so he was probably only joking, or perhaps merely playing
with me.
I said so, in a low tone, but he only gave a Groan and
said:
"I know you are not out and all the rest of it. Don't I lie
awake at night knowing it? And that's the reason I----" Here he
stopped and said: "Damm it" in a feirce voice. "Very well," he
went on. "I came to say Good-bye, and to ask you if you will
write to me now and then. Because I'm going to War half because
the Country needs me and the other half because I'm not going to
disapoint a certain young Person who has a way of expecting
people to be better than they are."
He then very suddenly stood up and said:
"I guess I'd better go. And don't you dare to cry, because
if you do there will be Trouble."
But I could not help it, as he was going to War for my
Native Land, and might never come back.
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