3 P. M. Mr. Schmidt is late and the Corps is practising, having now got to K.
Luncheon was a great surprize, as at 12:45 a car apeared on the sky line and was reported by our Sentry as aproaching rapidly.
When it came near it was seen to be driven by Carter Brooks, and to contain several baskets, etcetera. He then dismounted and saluted and said:
“The Commiseriat has sent me forward with the day’s rations, sir.”
“Very good,” I returned, in an official manner. “Corps will line up and count. Odd numbers to unpack and evens to set the table.”
This of course was figurative, as we have no table, but eat upon the ground.
He then carried over the baskets and a freezer of ice cream. He had brought a fruit salid, cold chicken, potatoe Chips, cake and ice-cream. It was a delightful Repast, and not soon to be forgoten by the Corps.
Mademoiselle got out of the Adams’s car and came over, although she had her own lunch as usual. She then had the Chauffeur carry over a seat cushion, and to see her one would beleive she was always pleasant. I have no use for those who are only pleasant in the presence of Food or Strangers.
Carter Brooks sat beside me, and observed:
“You see, Bab, although a Slacker myself, I cannot bear that such brave spirits as those of the Girls’ Aviation Corps should go hungry.”