Today was spent in putting things in order and making fudge. Was kept busy. In the evening the boys came and enjoyed themselves very much. Had a very pleasant call from Colonel Murphy. He came to see the hut and spoke very good of it and said he would help all he could.
We made coffee at evening, and the boys were glad and drank all twelve gallons in an hour. We had cake to serve with it.
Put some curtains up. Some of paper, some of canvas, and some of dotted calico. It looked real picturesque.
Four of the bugle boys rode down the Rue on horseback and blowing their bugles. It frightened the natives. They thought it was and air raid.
Good night.
Diary of a World War I Donut Girl 