human
Volunteer's Friend, started by the girls of the high school, and I was asked to help the girls with it. I positively declined. To-day I was pressed into service to make red flannel cartridge-bags for ten-inch columbiads. I basted while Mrs. S. sewed, and I felt ashamed to think that I had not the moral courage to say,
gpt
I don't approve of your war and won't help you, particularly in the murderous part of it.