“Upon my word, Bab!” he said. “You might at least take your Familey into your confidence. If Jane had not happened to be at the house I’d never have found you. But never mind about that now. Have you or have you not seen my leather Dispach Case?”
Alas, my face betrayed me, being one that flushes easily and then turns pale.
“I thought so,” he said, in an angry voice. “Do you know that you have kept a Board of Directors sitting for three hours, and that—Bab, you are hopeless! Where is it?”
How great was my humiliation, although done with the Highest Motives, to have my Corps standing around and listening. Also watching while I drew out the ribben and the key.
“I hid it in my closet, father,” I said.
“Great thunder!” he said. “And we have called in the Secret Service!”
He then turned on his heal and stocked away, only stopping to stare at Mademoiselle in the car, and then driving as fast as possable back to the mill.
As he had forgotten Jane, she was obliged to stay. It was by now raining, and the Corps wanted to go home. But I made a speach, saying that if we weakened now what would we do in times of Real Danger?
“What are a few drops of rain?” I inquired, “to the falling of bullets and perhaps shells? We will now have the class in bandageing.”
The Corps drew lots as to who would be bandaged, there being no volunteers, as it was cold and necesary to remove Unaform etcetera. Elaine got number seven. The others then practiced on her, having a book to go by.