I think he was making sure that he could remember it.
"Now take me to your physician," commanded mother, resolutely. "I want
to be sure that he sees that you take your spring tonic regularly."
"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.
[Illustration: "I WASN'T SO VERY WRONG--JUST THE SLIGHT DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN PORT AND PRESENT ARMS"]
_April 10th.
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