Dear Diary — Bright and cold. Awakened about 10:30 (a.m.) by George and Mrs. Marney yelling, and an airplane doing stunts. Greeted by Mother with a dose of horrid-tasting cough medicine. There should be a law against such stuff. After breakfast and the dishes, I just had to get out for some fresh air, so attempted once more to pump up bicycle tires, but no soap. Went after Helen who came down in person and did the dirty work. I had the right idea but hadn’t persevered long enough. Rode till worn out, as I always do. Returned it and Mr. McCarter asked me to take our “Mein Kampf” back to Daddy, saying he couldn’t read it all ’cause it made him so mad! Daddy expected as much. Mr. Mc. is the most pessimistic man concerning the war — it is really funny to hear him talk. Helen says he’d rather be shot than go to war! I had barely gotten home when Helen came to get the note to take to Mary, since she was going to the Webbo to see a Baby Sandy picture. The goose had gotten halfway to town, remembered the note, and had come back for it — which was nice, although it wasn’t that important. Another dose of medicine nearly ruined me, but I managed to write a thank-you note. About 2:45 Mother and I drove to town. Met Mrs. McCarter in the Dress Shop, taking advantage of a coat sale. Mother couldn’t find any blouse or shirt, nor I a coat or dress, so we left. Went to a few other stores but no soap. Finally to Cate’s where Mother met Mrs. Sanders and while they were chewing the fat I ran up the to Webbo to see Mary and ask her to tell Helen, who was due out at any minute, that we were at Cate’s and she could have a ride home. Mary didn’t look very bright — morning-after feeling, I suppose. Anyway, she had written an answer to my note and gave it to me. I couldn’t imagine what it contained, but found out as soon as I got back to Cate’s. You see, Diary, the other day Mary said that Mr. Byrd wanted her to get off from school the last period in the afternoon (after mid-terms Mary will be carrying 4 subjects which means classes morning and afternoon) to work and then at night also. And Mary was planning to do it. I was so mad that I wrote her a fiery letter, telling her we wouldn’t be friends any longer if she did such a foolish thing! She seems to value my friendship so much that I decided there was only one way to save her — if anything would. Well, it came a bit late since she and her parents had been discussing it and they left it entirely up to her. Believe it or not, she decided on school and no work, in spite of her father’s wanting her to quit and work in the mill. Easy-going Mr. Farmer! Well, I’m certainly glad, cause I love Mary dearly, but wish she were a better student!