I know I am getting cross-eyed, and walking up and down the Champs Élysées is doing it. There are so many interesting people, so many uniforms, that it is horrible. I try to look both ways at once. Then tea. I have been to Rumpelmeyer's several times. It is very popular here, although in London no one would go to Rumpelmeyer's, for it was considered too "Boche." I am afraid the French love their cakes too much! Such people as you see there, regular "coo-coos," you would say. It is very amusing to sit in a corner, and watch and listen, and, of course, the food--to say nothing of the joy of having ice cream--is to be considered. I have been going over several other Vestiaires lately, and I am becoming more and more convinced that Mrs. Shurtleff's is among the best organized institutions of its kind. Naturally some of the Government things are much more complicated and wonderful. I can't help asking myself more and more what France would have done and would do without the assistance she receives from America. Your very loving daughter, MARJE. XIII FROM MARJORIE 12 Place Denfert-Rochereau, Paris. (April 5, 1917.) DEAREST MOTHER:-- Having gotten rather tired out the last few weeks, and having had several bad headaches, I decided to take a few days' rest now,--for I have at last finished the card catalogue,--before I start out on my new duties, which are to be many and various. So here I am in bed with the machine on my lap, having a good time, writing to you. Things have sort of piled in on us at the work lately. It seems to me so very important that none of the workers should fail now, so that is why I am taking these few days to get my breath before going on. Mrs. Shurtleff has at last come in from Neuilly with Gertrude, who seems to be doing remarkably well. I can tell you that we are glad to have Mrs. S. home again. I am particularly so, for I have had to go out for her and take her back every afternoon, and as she wanted to be here for the work as near nine o'clock in the mornings as possible, and the garage, or remise, is some distance from here, I have had to make pretty early starts. I found to my surprise that I was leaving this house at eight o'clock, and, after a struggle with the car to start it,--for it has no starter and we have to grind it,--I would beat it out to Neuilly, which, being outside the gate, is an awful nuisance. You are stopped going and coming, and have to get a red slip saying how much gas you have in the tank, and you have to be very careful, for if they do measure how much you have and find that you said either too much or too little, they are very strict, and there is a heavy fine.