"Mother," I pleaded, "don't you think it is time you were going? I have a private lesson in sale embroidery in ten minutes that I wouldn't miss for the world—the sweetest man teaches it!"
"Well, under the circumstances I won't keep you," said mother, "but I'll write to the doctor just the same."
"Yes, do," I urged, "send it care of me so that he'll be sure to get it."
Mother is not a restful creature in camp.
April 9th. "Say, there, you with the nose," cried my P.O. company commander to-day, "are you with us or are you playing a little game of your own?"
I wasn't so very wrong—just the slight difference between port and present arms.
"With you, heart and soul," I replied, hoping to make a favorable impression by a smart retort.
"That don't work in the manual," he replied; "use your brain and ears."
Unnecessarily rough he was, but I don't know but what he wasn't right.