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showing her ability, and at once whisked us off in her car to visit the various British Head-quarters dealing with just such problems as were ours. Now of this lightning dashing about (our monitress was leaving that very evening for the Balkans) I recollect particularly one short moment of respite when N. and I were alone in the car and the chauffeur, a dark haired, blue-eyed, dreamy-looking youn soldier, turned to talk to us. He was from London, and on our enquiry about the effects of the V.I., without any outward sign of emotion and while moving his hand mechanically round and round the steering wheel, he said: "My sister has been killed, my mother injured and my home destroyed."

August 26th A young American girl had supper with us. She is a remarkable pianist and remarkable too are her blue eyes which from under a broad brow, look out with the intensity of one who has derived much from an inner life of music. Though only twenty-five she has played in orchestral concerts at Vienna. Her technical ability and maturity of musical expression were hard to surpass. This young musician is now engaged in war work and it is as Major S.' secretary that I made her acquaintance. It is part of her work to see that English ad Americans are given succour when needed. Mrs. Hemingway introduced us to Major S. who most generously came forward to find a way of evacuating our peasants, now making a robber's den of the farm. According to Italian