riding on the back seat, and I felt that I was as much entitled to a
seat here as the boy, nevertheless I had been sitting on the seat with
Mrs. Phillips's servant and riding backward. This was the only place
that had been left for me at the post that morning. After thinking it
all over I made up my mind to take the small boy's seat, but just
where he would sit I did not know.

When I returned to the ambulance after the next rest--I was careful to
get there first--I sat down on the back seat and made myself
comfortable, but I must admit that my heart was giving awful thumps,
for Mrs. Barker's sharp tongue and spitfire temper are well known. My
head was aching because of my having ridden backward, and I was really
cross, and this Mrs. Barker may have noticed, for not one word did she
say directly to me, but she said much to her son--much that I might
have resented had I felt inclined. The small boy sat on his mother's
lap and expressed his disapproval by giving me vicious kicks every few
minutes.

Not one word was said the next morning when I boldly carried the puppy
to that seat. Mrs. Barker looked at the dog, then at me, with great
scorn, but she knew that if she said anything disagreeable Mrs.
Phillips would side with me, so she wisely kept still. I think that
even Faye has come to the conclusion that I might as well have the
dog--who lies so quietly in my lap--now that he sees how I am
sandwiched in with rocking-chairs, small boys, and servants. The men
march fifty minutes and halt ten, each hour, and during every ten
minutes' rest Harold and I take a little run, and this makes him ready
for a nap when we return to the ambulance. From this place on I am to
ride with Mrs. Cole, who has her own ambulance. This will be most
agreeable, and I am so delighted that she should have thought of