10 P. M. I am now in my familiar Chamber, and Hannah says they intended to get new furnature but feel they should not, as War is here and everything very expencive.
But I must not complain. It is war time.
I shall now record the events from 5 P. M. to the present.
Father met me at the station as usual, and asked me if I cared to stop and buy some candy on the way home. Ye gods, was I in a mood for candy?
“I think not, father,” I replied, in a dignafied way. “Our dear Country is now at war, and it is no time for self-indulgence.”
“Good for you!” he said. “Evadently that school of yours is worth something after all. But we might have a bit of candy, anyhow, don’t you think? Because we want to keep our Industries going and money in circulation.”
I could not refuse under such circumstances, and purchaced five pounds.
Alas, war has already made changes in my Familey. George, the butler, has felt the call of Duty and has enlisted, and we now have a William who chips the best china, and looks like a German although he says not, and willing to put out the National Emblem every morning from a window in father’s dressing room. Which if he is a Spy he would probably not do, or at least without being compeled to.
I said nothing about the G. A. C. during dinner, as I was waiting to see if father would give me ten dollars before I organised it. But I am a person of strong feelings, and I was sad and depressed, thinking of my dear Country at War and our beginning with soup and going on through as though nothing was happening. I therfore observed that I considered it unpatriotic, with the Enemy at our gates, to have Sauterne on the table and a Cocktail beforehand, as well as expencive tobacco and so on, even although economising in other ways, such as furnature.
“What’s that?” my father said to me, in a sharp tone.