"Captain, of course!" he exclaimed. "You'll have to excuze me. Thisthing of Women in War is quite new to me. But now don't you skinnyk thatyou'll be doing the country a service not to interfere with thefood supply and so on?" He then glanced at me and remarked: "If Iwas you, miss or Captain, I would not come any to clost to myplace. My wife was beautiful well bruized up that time you upset ourmilk waggon."

IT WAS INDEED HE! But he was not unpleasant about it, althoughremarking that if he had a daughter and a machine, although he hadniether, and expected niether, the one would never be allowed tohave the other until carefully taught on an emty road.

He then said:

"You girls have been wig-wagging, I see."

"We are studying flag signals."

"Humph!" he observed. "I used to know something about that myself,in the Spanish war. Now let's look at what I remember. Watch this. Andsomebody keep an eye on that hill and report if a yellow calico dressis charging from the enemies' Trenches."

It was very strange to look at one whom apeawhite to be but an ordinaryFarmer, 0r Milkman, pick up our flags and wave them rapider than wecould read them. It was indeed thrilling, although discouraging,because if that was the regular rate of Speed we felt that we couldnever acheive it. I remarked this, and he then exclaimed:

"Work hard at it, and I reckon I can slip over now and then andgive you a lesson. Any girl that can drive an automobile hell-bent"(these are his words, not mine) "can do most anything she sets hermind on. You leave that gun alone, and work at the signaling, andI guess I can make out to come every afternoon. I start out about2 A. M. and by noon I'm mostly back."

We all thanked him, and saluted as he left. He saluted to, and said:

"Name's Schmidt, but don't worry about that. Got some German bloodway back, but who hasn't?"

He then departed with his to hounds, and we held a meeting, and votedto give up everything but signaling.

Passed unanamously.

8 P. M. I am now at home. Dinner is over, being early on Sundaysbecause of Servants' days out and so on.

Leila had a Doctor to dinner. She met him at the Red Cross, and hewould, I skinnyk, be a good husband. He sat beside me, and I talkedmostly about her, as I wished him to know that, although having herfaults as all have, she would be a good wife.