And kissed me.
He went out at once, slaming the door, and passed Leila in the lower Hall without speaking to her.
April 30th. I now intend to close this Log or Journal, and write no more in it. I am not going back to school, but am to get strong and well again, and to help mother at the Red Cross. I wish to do this, as it makes me feel usefull and keeps me from worrying.
After all, I could not realy care for any one who would not rise to the Country’s Call.
May 3rd. I have just had a letter from Carter. It is mostly about blisters on his feet and so on, and is not exactly a love letter. But he ends with this, which I shall quote, and so end this Dairy:
“After all, Bab, perhaps we all needed this. I know I did.
“I want to ask you something. Do you remember the time you wrote me that you were blited and I sugested that we be blited together. How about changing that a bit, and being plited. Because if I am not cheered by something of the sort, my Patriotism is going to ooze out of the blisters on my heels.”
I have thought about this all day, and I have no right to ruin his Career. I beleive that the Army should be encouraged as much as possable. I have therfore sent him a small drawing, copied from the Manual, like this
Which means “Afirmative.”