"Home, Sir ?" "No.

Go the other way." After he had driven two or three blocks, I told him to turn again and go the other way--home! Your mother said almost as soon as I got into the door--"What was the matter with you this morning ?" "Oh, nothing.

You forget that I am the German Ambassador." Now this whole narrative is a lie.

Nothing in it occurred.

If it were otherwise it wouldn't be German.
Affectionately, W.H.P.
_To Mrs.Charles G.Loring_ London, 6 Grosvenor Square.
Sunday, September 19, 1915.
DEAR KITTY: You never had a finer autumnal day in the land of the free than this day has been in this old kingdom--fresh and fair; and so your mother said to herself and me: "Let's go out to the Laughlins' to lunch," and we went.