kept the strawberry stemmers in—E did. . . . Oh, Charlotte, not he, E—Effa! I don't dare say much, I'm afraid she'll hear me. The Palmers gave it to your Uncle Joe and me when we were married. I'm just broken-hearted, but I'm ashamed of myself to be feeling so badly over it with this terrific news about us going to war. I can't help feeling thankful with my whole soul that there isn't any chance of Joe's going, on account of his eyes. It seems too awful. I can't get my mind on anything else—all the poor young men. What does Hoagland say?"
"He says it's high time we did go in. He's going to try for a commission."
"Oh, Charlotte! With the baby coming?"
"Well, we mustn't think of ourselves at a time like this, Aunt Kate."
"I know—but still—How are you, dear?"
"I'm getting on all right, thank you."
"I finished knitting a couple of little sacques. I made one pink and one blue, so we're safe either way. I'll bring them over some time to-day, or why don't you come to lunch with me? I'm not having anything but"
"I promised to have lunch with Mother Driggs, thank you, Aunt Kate."
"Well, come over afterward. Oh, how did your dinner party go off last night? Winnie came in for a minute with Nancy Lou—she looks sweet in that little new coat, Charlotte—and she said you had a"
