The day the war began, he told me with tears that it seemed that his life had been wasted--that his life work had gone for naught .-- Nobody could keep from wondering why England didn't-- (Here comes a parenthesis.

Word came to me a little while ago that a Zeppelin was on its way to London.

Such a remark doesn't arouse much attention.

But just as I had finished the fifth line above this, Frank and Mrs.Page came in and challenged me to play a game of cards before we should go to bed.

We sat down, the cards were dealt, and bang! bang!--with the deep note of an explosion.