That evening Grace went to the Canteen. Only Miss Marsh, Miss Anthony, and Miss Henderson accompanied her. "We shall have to work like blacks to make up for the absentees," groaned Tony. "Never mind; it isn't quite so cold tonight. Isn't the moon nice?" "Lovely. Just the night for Zeppelins." Miss Henderson spoke from the pessimism of approaching influenza, but it happened that she was right. The first air raid over Questerham took place that night. The work was rapidly lessening towards eleven o'clock, when Captain Trevellyan came into the hall. He stood for an instant gazing round him reflectively, then said to Grace: "Who is in command here?" "Mrs. Willoughby, when Miss Vivian isn't here." "I see, thank you." Looking very doubtful, he sought Lesbia, who was preparing to discard her overall and to take her departure with the Pekinese. "Johnnie! How _too_ sweet of you to turn up just in time to see me home! My Lewis hates my going back alone in the dark; we've very nearly quarrelled over it already." "The fact is," said Trevellyan, wondering if Mrs. Willoughby were the sort of person to have hysterics, "that there's been a telephone warning to say an air-raid is on, just over Staningham. They're heading this way, so we may hear a gun or two, you know; some of our machines are in pursuit." He gazed anxiously at Lesbia, whom he characteristically supposed to be about either to burst into tears or to threaten a fainting fit. The ideas of Captain Trevellyan were perhaps not much more advanced than those of Lady Vivian's secretary. But Mrs. Willoughby discounted his solicitude, at least on one score, in a moment. "Zepps!" she screamed excitedly. "How too thrilling! Can I possibly get on to the roof, I wonder? I've never seen one yet." "Stop!" said the astonished Trevellyan. "You don't realize. They'll be over here in a few minutes, and our machines may be firing at them, besides the guns on the hill; there'll be shrapnel falling." Mrs. Willoughby tore off her overall and snatched up Puff. "I must, must see it all!" she declared wildly. "Have you got a pair of field-glasses?" Trevellyan restrained her forcibly from dashing to the door. "Mrs. Willoughby, we've got to consider that there are a number of people here, and that they are all in a certain amount of danger--not so much from bombs, though goodness knows they may very well drop one, but from our own shrapnel. Is there a basement?" "You can't send us to the cellar? My dear boy, I, for one, refuse to go. We're not children, and we're not afraid. We're Englishwomen!" On this superb sentiment Mrs. Willoughby swept into the middle of the hall and announced in penetrating accents that a Zepp raid was on, and had any one got a pair of field-glasses? There was a momentary outbreak of exclamations all around, and then Captain Trevellyan raised his voice: "Please keep away from the windows. There may be broken glass about."