"Just keep him out of my sight," father snapped. "I suppose I can't keep him from swilling tea while I am away doing my part to help the Allies." "Oh, rot!" said Sis, in a scornful manner. "While you help your bank account, you mean. I don't object to that, father, but for heaven's sake don't put it on altruistic grounds." She went upstairs then and banged her door, and mother merely set her lips and said nothing. But when Beresford called, later, Tanney had to tell him the family was out. Were it not for our affections, and the necessity for getting married, so there would be an increase in the population, how happy we could all be! LATER: I have seen father. It was a painful evening, with Sis shut away in her room, and father cutting the ends off cigars in a viscious manner. Mother was NON EST, and had I not had my memories, it would have been a sickning time. I sat very still and waited until father softened, which he usually does, like ice cream, all at once and all over. I sat perfectly still in a large chair, and except for an occasional sneeze, was quiet. Only once did my parent address me in an hour, when he said: "What the devil's making you sneeze so?" "My nose, I think, sir," I said meekly. "Humph!" he said. "It's rather a small nose to be making such a racket." I was cut to the heart, Dear Diary. One of my dearest dreams has always been a delicate nose, slightly arched and long enough to be truly aristocratic. Not really acqualine but on the verge. I HATE my little nose--hate it--hate it--HATE IT. "Father" I said, rising and on the point of tears. "How can you! To taunt me with what is not my own fault, but partly hereditary and partly carelessness. For if you had pinched it in infancy it would have been a good nose, and not a pug. And----" "Good gracious!" he exclaimed. "Why, Bab, I never meant to insult your nose. As a matter of fact, it's a good nose. It's exactly the sort of nose you ought to have. Why, what in the world would YOU do with a Roman nose?" I have not been feeling very well, dear Diary, and so I suddenly began to weep. "Why, chicken!" said my father. And made me sit down on his knee. "Don't tell me that my bit of sunshine is behind a cloud!" "Behind a nose," I said, feebly. So he said he liked my nose, even although somewhat swollen, and he kissed it, and told me I was a little fool, and at last I saw he was about ready to be tackled. So I observed: "Father, will you do me a favor?" "Sure," he said. "How much do you need? Business is pretty good now, and I've about landed the new order for shells for the English War Department. I--suppose we make it fifty! Although, we'd better keep it a secret between the two of us." I drew myself up, although tempted. But what was fifty dollars to doing something for Adrian? A mere bagatelle. "Father," I said, "do you know Miss Everett, my English teacher?" He remembered the name. "Would you be willing to do her a great favor?" I demanded intensely.