"Sir?"
And he went off after looking back at me in a queer way.
The day went on in that fashion. When I came out to go to lunch, the stairs down led upward and I found myself, therefore, stepping out of the roof on to the sidewalk—the house upside down. Smith looked puzzled. "Home, Sir?"
"No. Go the other way." After he had driven two or three blocks, I told him to turn again and go the other way—home!
Your mother said almost as soon as I got into the door—"What was the matter with you this morning?"
"Oh, nothing. You forget that I am the German Ambassador."
Now this whole narrative is a lie. Nothing in it occurred. If it were otherwise it wouldn't be German.
Affectionately,
W.H.P.
To Mrs. Charles G. Loring
London, 6 Grosvenor Square.
Sunday, September 19, 1915.
DEAR KITTY: